Well it's been a while but I do have something to write about.Well, it's been a while but I do have something to write about this time. Seems the old heart strings aren't as desiccated as I had thought. The whole thing began a while back at work, talking to Hazel about being gay - the usual stuff, when did you first know (duh) etc, but I was touched by her concern for me not having a partner, it seemed genuine. We also discovered a mutual lesbian acquaintance. Last Friday, I ended up in a gay bar in Stokie with Hazel and the mutual acquaintance who was celebrating her birthday. Well, Hazel flew into action, checking out the two men in the party with her lesbian friend. After conferring, she sidled up: 'One's a bit of a slut with a big dick, the other's sweet and looking for a partner - which one do you fancy?'

Hazel had earlier revealed that she had never been to a gay bar before and consequently I rather lost my temper with such presumption. However, the one who was supposed to be a slut (well really, which one did you think I'd be interested in?) I had to admit was rather attractive. Which put me in a difficult position. If I wanted to get involved it would mean allowing the ridiculous match makers to crow, but if I didn't they would probably think I was just sad, and worse, I'd lose out on a shag. I wasn't going to do anything until the work crowd left (Simon had a great time playing pool with the lads), and then He said 'come and sit next to me'. Too passive as usual, but shit, we ended up spending the whole weekend in bed together, so I am not going to beat myself up too much about it.

I had totally forgotten how good sex can be if you actually take some time over it. No wonder I don't value it much - a five minute wank in a park which I have been engaged in elevating to an art form, rather pales into insignificance. What joy to fall asleep on his chest, to share toast and strawberries in bed, to kiss and kiss again, as often as I wanted. Will it last? He's going for it, I am being circumspect. We need to discuss values before I can give myself whole heartedly. How does a black guy work for an oil company in Africa, and a gay man work for a pharmaceutical multinational? I need to test his compartmentalisation. The wrong answer is 'it's just work' - sorry, D. Can I say 'it's just a relationship'? Oh God I wish I could.

In the middle of the weekend, I took time out to go and see 'The Lieutenant of Inishmoore'. Absolute total theatrical heaven. I cannot believe it won't get a West End run. I agree with Martin McDonagh (author) - the directors are all pansies. If nothing else, it should win the Evening Standard theatre award for props; I have never seen a head being sawed off so close too and been so convinced by it. It was like Pulp Fiction but a thousand times funnier and more relevant. The script so was so spare, you could have bounced a baby off it. And the acting rocked.

All in all, a fucking excellent weekend, then. Oh, and nice dinner in the Green Papaya with Dan too on Friday. Must go there more often.