…..was a work colleague named Gary Duckworth. I was eighteen and Gary was the first openly gay man I’d ever met. Where I came from, calling someone “a poof” was a grievous insult, and a playground punch up would inevitably ensue. Gary’s demeanour was sober, thoughtful and “normal”. Such was my ignorance and naivety, I just couldn’t process this. “Well,” he explained, “we don’t all look like Dick Emery or Quentin Crisp. I just live with my partner…..”. “Your “partner”??” I spluttered, having never heard this term before. But that conversation changed everything. It made me realise that people who are “different” aren’t that different at all. Gary and I had much in common, including a love of 60s soul gems like this. And as we celebrate 50 years since homosexuality was legalised, I think back to Gary Duckworth and wonder how it could ever have been a crime in the first place.
The man who changed my views about practically everything.

- The North-Sou...7th Dec 2016
- Very silly ga...4th Dec 2016
- John Peel, To...1st Dec 2016
- "Half of bitt...30th Nov 2016
- Date night.28th Nov 2016
- My favourite ...27th Nov 2016
- RIH Fidel Cas...26th Nov 2016
- Thanksgiving.24th Nov 2016
- The trouble w...18th Nov 2016
- "I'll swing f...17th Nov 2016
- My son had no...16th Nov 2016
- But the theme...14th Nov 2016
- The death of ...13th Nov 2016
- President Tru...9th Nov 2016
- Trump effigie...5th Nov 2016 prev next