I came out Hogmanny (new years eve) 1993 in a very drunken phone call home to my parents who were busy trying to deal with a houseful of smashed guests who were trying to drink as much of my fathers whiskey acollection s they could possibly get away with... being the typical scotsman my father was more worried about his alcohol not being wasted on "those bloody gannet of neighbours" than he was about my big news...
was quite sweet really now I look back on it, I'd forgotten about that.... bless 'im.
He was a right repressed evil cunt about it the next day though and I don't think we had many civill words for about 18 months after that... oh well, we're fine now though.
