A combination of bow ties, Top Gear, Clive Owen shooting stuff and killing people with vegetables, things a bit stronger than tea, casual headlocks, and lovely people bringing me chocolate-cherry milkshakes may have conspired to make tonight the best night I’ve had in quite a while.
Sort of unwittingly came out as ace to a roomful of friends along with my fellow IRL Ace Bro, which went remarkably better than expected. Possibly it was the context of the evening or possibly my friends are just a remarkably excellent group of people, but it’s all fine. Many good-natured “not my division” jokes were made, of which I thoroughly approve.
I shall now allow James May to express the rest of my feelings while I do the sensible thing and go the hell to bed.
