The Daily Mail Song

[colinmackay]

A wonderful song satarising The Daily Mail (AKA The Daily FAIL, or the The Daily Heil [since it was also the only British newspaper to support Hitler])




I love the juxtaposition of some of the headlines too. The paper is really for a bunch of complete hypocrits.

[peterinmalaga]

I LOOOOVE that video!

[princealbertofb]

Love your new look and your new avatar, Colin. The new you is coolissimo.

[colinmackay]

Love your new look and your new avatar, Colin. The new you is coolissimo.

Thanks... :redface: I'm blushing now.

[Boysstuff]

Cute video, give me the sun newspaper anyday.:redface:

[princealbertofb]

I don't know Boysstuff, they still haven't bothered to show a page three boy with his pecs bulging... have they?

[princealbertofb]

Thanks... :redface: I'm blushing now.

Blush away, Colin, it's deserved. You look more like your happy self. It's that new look you were talking about.
Tell us how you came out in Manchester?

[Boysstuff]

They did a page seven fella years ago, boy were they cool, the paper went
down hill after they stopped, Ben.

[princealbertofb]

Now I didn't know about that, Boysstuff.... I almost called you Boysstiff... hehehe.
In France one year they decided to show a gay porn movie on Canal + (one of the pay channels that's popular here...)during the gay pride, (they generally show a monthly hetero porn movie in the early hours of the morning). They got me to join their network that way, but they never reiterated the gay porn movie, not even once a year... it really was a one off... trickery, if you ask me.

[colinmackay]

Blush away, Colin, it's deserved. You look more like your happy self. It's that new look you were talking about.
Tell us how you came out in Manchester?

Before I do that, let me digress for a moment. I love how no one on this forum can seem to stay on topic for long. Discussions change direction on a whim. It's perfect for me because I digress often and then can't remember how on earth we ended talking about X, Y or Z when we started out on A, B and C.

Manchester, 29th September 2009. A friend, Phil, had arranged a one day conference and I went along to that. Another friend, Seb, went to it too. Seb turned up fashionably late (i.e. about 30 minutes before the conference ended) so he went directly to the pub. When I caught up with hi, I asked if I could have some time for a private chat as I wanted some advice from him.

Anyway, after a couple of drinks and a meal Seb decided that he wanted to go somewhere on Canal Street. So a few of us joined him in Via Fossa:

I'm on the left.

Anyway, at this point I still hadn't had that chat with Seb. His party trick is to pull suspected closeted guys into gay bars to see how they react:


He's also a bit of a show off.

After Via Fossa we went to some night club that was having an '80s night (sorry, no photos, the guy with the camera had left by that point). As we paid for the entrance we got a "shag-tag" in return. (Since I'm quite a numerate person, I still remember mine was 512, and the really attractive guy I was dancing near was 303 - completely pointless information now, but it is odd how some things just stick)

Anyway, it was the first night club experience I actually enjoyed. I hated them when I was a student.

Afterwards we headed back to the hotel. And I managed to have that chat with Seb.

I stumbled around a bit, not because I thought he would reject me, but because I felt so stupid that I was 35. (I've made mention that a lot of coming out literature is aimed at teenagers and those in their early 20s - So that naturally made me feel a little slow on the uptake). I was lucky that he helped me out and started saying that there are only so many conversations that start this way. He then started to enumerate them and when he got to "coming out" I stopped him.

We then talked for about an hour after that. What was interesting was that he was excellent in showing me what I already knew. I already knew what I wanted to do next, I just needed a little guidance around the best way to approach these things.

The main thing was that I made a list of the friends that were closest to me and one-by-one I told them over the coming fortnight. First was Phil, who suspected nothing, even when Seb had asked if he thought I might be gay. Then I went though my straight friends and got lots of positive responses from them.

Finally, I told my mother. Her response? "Thank goodness for that! I thought something was wrong." And I'm sure those words will stay with me for the rest of my life. I can't think of anything better she could have said. I still well up a wee bit when I think about it.

So, there you go. With pictures and everything!