I'm trying to remember any other questions I've been asked. Some of them do have very short answers, so I've sort of not answered them.
Did I ever want to play a different musical instrument? No, not really. I've played the drums a few times, and it's okay, but the guitar had it all for me, really.
What would I do with a year off...I literally have no idea. I mean, not with my life the way it is. I suppose...I suppose I'd love to just head off, on my bike, with John and just...no plan, no destination, just following our noses. Maybe down through Africa, or right over to Asia - that would be amazing. But then so would a huge road trip around America or something. But obviously that can't happen with the boys. And I'd probably always fret I wasn't at work, if I'm honest!
As for who I'd have dinner with...I honestly can't think of anyone. Which sounds awful! But I'm not exactly up on history, and...well, I can't think of one person. I can think of hundreds, but I don't really know enough about any of them to know if they're good choices!
So, briefly, Nameless said: But, for the record, I for one would not have a fit of the vapours if you chose to share your most ridiculous/funny/OMG-I-can't-
Well... Being young, gay and...um...interested, most of the ridiculousness in my early love life was centred around avoiding discovery. Usually by other people's parents, but occasionally friends/flatmates.
One day I was with my boyfriend of the time, and we were...well, we'd been together a month or so, getting a little more experimental, a little bolder.
His house was nice - rich parents - and he had a double bed, so if we ever could we went to his, not mine. His bed also had a large, sturdy, metal bed head.
So, his parents were out at a dinner party or something. We went upstairs and decided it would be a stunningly good idea if he were to tie me up and...knowing you lot I have absolutely no doubt you can imagine what might follow.
All was going well - really very well - until there was a noise. People, laughter...quite a few people. And footsteps on the stairs.
He did what any terrified gay lad with a boyfriend tied to their bed would do. He shoved me, hard, off the side of his bed and onto the floor whilst grabbing his jeans and a shirt and a book and sitting at his desk looking studious and innocent.
This plan would have worked considerably better if I hadn't still been tied to the headboard. So I was sort of half on the floor, half suspended, very naked. He'd chucked the cover over my arms enough to hide me, and there was a knock at the door.
His mum came in, explained that their friend's house had had a power cut and everyone was to finish off dinner there, and insisted he went down to join them.
This left me in what could accurately be called 'a bit of a bind'. I tried everything. Undoing the knots with my teeth, wriggling, biting, trying to work my hands around to undo the knots, everything. But I was all awkwardly stuck against the side of the bed, the bedside table, with a lot of tension on the ropes and I just couldn't get free.
it was about two hours later he finally got back to me and freed me, but I still couldn't escape, because of the people downstairs. I was freezing, dying for a cigarette and had seriously gone off the idea of bondage.
So yeah, not the most exciting evening of my life. Still, we laughed it off...sort of...