The previous post written after two of my friends were threatened by, it turns out, two rather under-prepared potential gay bashers near a pub in The Rocks. It seems these men couldn't cope with dialogue so gave up their enterprise. For which we were thankful but by which some of us, at least, were spooked as well as angered.

Annette and I went home as quickly as possible. And it was cold.


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