"George Michael is coming at the end of the year," our friend Mel informed us.
"That'd be great," Tracey said. Father Figure, Faith, Fast Love - I agree he's got some fantastic tunes. One thing I have noticed over the years, though, is admitting you like George Michael is on par with liking Boy George: there is a bit of a stigma.
"I'm not going to be the only straight guy there, am I?" I asked my wife. Not that I care a hoot if people think I'm gay or straight or have fish fetishes, but the fact is I occasionally do something which makes people wonder.
Like last week when a customer came in with a new haircut and I naturally complimented her.
"Nice bangs," I said as she left. "They suit you."
She was out the door before I noticed a bloke I know standing a few feet away, giving me a strange look. "What the hell is a bang?" he asked.
"Straight fringe," I informed him.
"How do you know that?" he asked me doubtfully.
"Saw it on an episode of America's Next Top Model." And he finally relaxed a bit. I'm assuming the idea I was perving on pretty girls on the telly saved my reputation. But he wasn't finished with the questions.
"Why do they call them bangs and not a bang?"
"No self respecting girl wants to walk into a hairdressers and ask a stranger for a bang," I told him.
While my sexual bent seemed to have been sorted, he left looking doubtful over the whole bang vs bangs issue.
I just hope he works it out before he asks his barber for a hairscut.
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