this is the scene that would've greeted you had you come along to the oak bar this monday...

now, i know, what you're thinking... "it's emilié, he's
always looking for an excuse to get naked!" ...and, to be fair, you're right. but the other chap playing topless pool, seen below peering at one of the gay-mags is my acquaintance odie.

odie's one of those people who're kind of embarrassing to take to gay bars. put bluntly, he behaves inappropriately towards people. sleazing on women, making loud homophobic remarks, and generally being a bit of a nob.
monday was no different. but, as odie was leaving the pub, he grabbed emilié's cap in what we thought was a playful i'm-gonna-make-you-chase-after-me-cos-i'm-a-bit-of-a-nobber fashion... it was, in fact something far more sinister: a means of furtively slipping his number to emilié.
we always suspected something was ary. it's nice to feel vindicated.
