Gayers' Travels
(or, 'boys will always be boys'.)
Before I introduce you our merry band of traveling gayers, I will first give you a definition of 'gayer'.
Gayer: an Awag colloquialism for a person who is not the norm, the norm being someone who accepts that growing old should be done gracefully. Fuck that Father Time! Come near us and we'll kick your sorry ass all the way to outer Mongolia....literally, if we live long enough to get there!
Also, there are two classes of gayer.
1) Middle Class Gayers (MCG's). Mark and winger are in that group.
2) Working Class Gayers (WCG's). Tony, Lee and myself are in that group.
*note to the PC Brigade. 'Gayer' is not homophobic so do one!
Here they are. From left to right, Lee (he's not blind, he just looks that way), yours truly, winger (at the front as usual), Tony and Mark, all posing in AS Monaco's home ground, Stade Louis II on our trip to the south of France in April 2007. What are these four young men doing knocking around with an old fart like me? Tony is my lad and comes along to keep an eye on me. Mark and winger are mates who I met on The Oatcake messageboard and Lee is the brother of Mark. I'm the Capo di Tutti Capi, hence the impressive hat. Our overwhelming common denominator is that we are all supporters of Stoke City FC, the second most important being that extracting the urine is an art we are all skilled at.
