Just poked my nose into the local Virgin (so to speak) to see what was on sale. Shuffled absently up to the counter and handed over my selections - Priscilla and Supergirl - two nostalgicky happy movies with memories from two very different periods in my life. Technically, from these choices alone, the second glimpse at my velvet coat wasn’t necessary, but it made me feel special that the sales assistant at least went through the “Ooh look! A gay!” ritual.

Today is actually a scary day. I’m sort of absent at the moment, alone in the office and trying not to think about certain things - busying myself with finishing a short story in between little snacks of work.

Do you think that this could be the day that everything changes? Profundity loves to dress itself in the mundane. It’s tragedy that loves to look fabulous.