Crossing The Line

It was Christmas just passed that over drinks it was discussed the then up and coming, now gone and past, the wedding of my brother Shane and his now wife Roslyn and whether or not the grooms should choreograph a dance routine to perform at the wedding afters.  Over a few to many drinks, it was agreed upon that it was an absolute certainty this would take place, with yours truly nominating myself to decide upon the music and choreograph the routine and teach it back to the groom and his groomsmen.  In theory this seemed an easy task.  The reality is that I live in London. Far from the rest of the grooms of the majority of live in my home city of Cork in Ireland. Distance in regards to time to practice would be an issue. What harm sure, we can do it for a couple of days before the wedding. There will be plenty of time I assured myself.  We will get it down.  The second issue with this. I a self declared Gay man who’s out and about and partial t...

If a chap came up to you in the local boozer this evening, struck up a conversation about this and that, and the topic settled upon love and marriage and for instance the innocent stance on marriage was brought up with the usual, would you ever malarkey. A throw away comment once loaded with undertones was aimed in your direction with the octave going up on the final word to suggest its a direct question which you now must answer. ‘Is it even Legal for you to get married?’. Images are immediately drawn up of the most recent public referendum, the controversial stand the no side of the campaign choose to to use, the smear posters completely off topic cleverly used to confuse those in the public who had not yet formed an opinion. The emotional win, which got worldwide attention, the personal win all homosexuals in Ireland felt and the true acceptance which comes with it.  All fine images if you ask me and part and parcel of what just happened. You could divulge these you c...