I don’t really understand the Eurovision Song Contest. It’s still big back home, but in London it’s sort of insane. Here it’s treated like this high-camp political rally. Particularly amongst my gay friends. Saturday night I was invited to a party at my friend Roger and Kevin’s. They had themed drinks, themed food, scorecards, outfits, spare outfits for those of us who didn’t bring an outfit… It was actually a lot of fun.

I got chatting to this woman who works at Standard and Poor. She says there’s a job going in their communications team that I’d be right for. I’m going to give her a call on Monday to see what’s what.

DBx