that neither of us had ever been much of a beer-drinker. We sat on one of the red crescent-shaped couches, nylon sprayed with Scotchguard, and under one of those huge purification pipes which were now a feature of the place; and since today was Wednesday and the pub relatively uncrowded we had the couch entirely to ourselves. Behind our heads Shirley Bassey quietly belted out the fact that like Frank Sinatra and innumerable others she did it her way; but after a grimace of resignation from Brad and a responsive but not altogether honest shrug of sympathy from myself we instantly forgot about her. âDo you come here often?â asked Brad. He said it perfectly straight-faced yet even so he got a laugh, brief but spontaneous. âGood,â he said. âIf you hadnât done that Iâd have had to get right up and walk away.â âI donât believe you.â âOh Iâd have taken my drink with me.â âI still donât believe you. And if I did I think Iâd be the one who had to get up and walk away. Youâd be too frightening. Intolerant. Completely unrelaxable with.â âIs that a word?â âCertainly. As of this minute anyway.â âAnd if it wasnât before I donât know how the world ever got on without it.â âI have to admit you donât seem too enormously frightening.â âI hope Iâm not,â he said. âI fear that sometimes I donât suffer fools gladly but thatâs honestly not something Iâm proud of and Iâm really doing my damnedest to correct it.â âTonight?â âThereâand Iâd told myself you wouldnât notice!â âHow foolish of you! And I too sometimes fear I donât suffer fools gladly.â âImpasse.â âIsnât it a little soon,â I asked, âfor strangers to be flirting?â Apparently I already felt quite dangerously at home. I wondered if this was partly an expression of relief. That there could actually be life after Jonathan. Though I knew it was anyway a failing of mine: frequently to come on a bit too strong. I hadnât yet drunk much of my whisky. âMy God! Which of us did you suggest was frightening? How old are you Danny?â I told him. But like you,â I said, âI hope Iâm not. Frightening. Thatâs really the last thing in the world Iâd want to be. We seem to have a lot in common.â âTell me about yourself.â âWhat dâyou want to know? Born in a village near Nottingham. My mother a teacher, my father ex-RAF. Iâve three older brothers and two older sisters whoâve all settled in various parts of the Midlands. None of them gay. Five nephews and six nieces. Are you finding this fascinating?â âYes.â âIâm a big disappointment to my mother and father but nevertheless they love me and I love them. Weâre a pretty close-knit family all except for me.â âWhy should you think youâre a disappointment? Because youâre gay?â âPartly that perhaps. But more because I walked out of university in the middle of my course. They feel Iâm only half-educatedâand the sad thing is theyâre right.â âWhat were you reading? And where was it?â âI was reading Law. At Newcastle. But it was a bad choice of subject. I should have switched.â He waited for me to go on. âYou see, I liked the thought of all that money which solicitors and barristers can rake in. But you canât imagine how dry and dispiriting the actual work was. And when I finally admitted to myself that I was never going to make itâwell by then I was just so tired of being with people of my own age. In the main I found them shallow and juvenile even though I was probably equally shallow and juvenile, but in a different way. Have you had enough?â âNo. You give a pretty good