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Grandad January 25th, 2007

There has been a lot of talk recently over “Gayness”, or whatever you want to call it.

There was the news that one of the Anglican Churches in America has split down the middle, because they have a gay bishop.

And of course, Matt Lucas got married.

Now the Catholic Church and the Anglicans [or someone] are arguing over the subject.

Now I gave nothing against homosexuals [and I mean that in all senses of the word]. I am not homophobic. I don’t care what people get up to in the privacy of their own homes provided it is consensual and doesn’t involve children.

It doesn’t bother me if I see two men, or two women walking hand in hand down the road.

No. What REALLY gets up my nose is the word “Gay”. They have hi-jacked an innocent word meaning happy, or carefree and have turned it into something else.

I’m sure there are a lot of happy, carefree homosexuals out there. Fair play to them. But there are a lot of happy, carefree heterosexuals out there too. But they can’t call themselves gay any more.

What about miserable homosexuals? We all have bad days. What do they call themselves when they are feeling down? “I’m gay and morbidly depressed”??

A lot of older literature uses the word ‘gay’ in its original meaning. But you can’t use that literature in the classroom any more without ripples of sniggering and smirking.

Go find another word. No. On second thoughts, invent a new word. We can have world-wide competitions to find an appropriate one.

When I was a lad, life was a lot simpler.

There were three genders - male, female and Quentin Crisp.

You could tell the females from the males, because they had bumps on their chests, long hair and they wore skirts.

Men chased women and women ran from men.

I’m sure there were homosexuals around then too. In fact I know there were. But they didn’t have parades and get married on the front pages of newspapers.

Now it’s all confusing.

We have males, females, shemales, transvestites, transexuals, homosexuals, heterosexuals, and God knows what else.

I wish life was simple again.

I’m gay myself. But I’m not homosexual. I’m just happy.

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Grandad January 25th, 2007

Well, my web design company seems to be going from strength to strength.

I have already had a lot of interest, and one firm contract.

Now Blacknight seem to be showing an interest. They want to buy me a domain name. That seems fair enough. I’ll need one.

I’m in with the Big Boys! And I’m only in business two days.

To Michele: Thank you for your interest. I would like a domain name please. If you could let me know how much it is I will post a cheque. You can post me back the domain name and I’ll stick it on my laptop, so people know where to find my site.

It’s only fair that I do business with Michele, because I know Ron who works for Dick who knows Michele. Conversely, I know the prospective-mother-in-law of one of his employees. So either way, that should be a good enough reference.

In the meantime, I have been pursuing my quest to learn Java or Javascript or whatever it’s called. I pestered Ron all yesterday to give me a lesson. He was a bit frazzled because he was trying to write out a tender for a big contract [I'll be doing that a lot soon..!!].

In the end I think he got a bit annoyed, but he gave me some code to try.

I put it on a page but it does strange things.

Maybe there is someone out there who can help me. Ron says that web designers are great for helping each other out. Maybe there is a forum I could join?

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