Sunday was spent trudging through the rain, noshing on dim sum with Simon, Michael and Twom (who ate chicken feet: that's like totally gross. Totally. Dude!), and marvelling at the way the trolley dollies wheeled up the food, babbled at you in some form of English/Mandarin/Cantonese hybrid, then proceeded to give you whatever they fancied whether you liked the look of it or not (some of it should have definitely stayed on the trolley).
It was to The 2 Brewers soon thereafter to meet up with Scally and the new Mrs Scally, for a dose of Pam Ann (surprisingly subtle after recent "flightiness"). Topping & Butch followed - think old leather queen meets buckish skinhead with the world's smallest nipples - and did a fantastic skit called Gaydar: The Musical ... an epic tale of love, lust and truth-stretching, drawing inspiration from across the musical board and leaving Mr Cushing and myself in stitches. Bravo!
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