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The year I go to Edinburgh’s annual street party, usually avoided by the locals, is 1997. I light a cigarette in the absence of absolutely anything else to do (this is a very long time ago – I haven’t smoked for over a decade) and as I take a drag, a group of people my age appear before me, one guy and two girls. The guy is warm and friendly and introduces himself as Alex. And then I look at Alex and pat his shoulder with a pathetic ‘matey’ stroke. Alex smiles back at me without even a hint of snide. I hear my name being called and turn to see Alex bounding up behind me.

My friend and I don’t have tickets for the street party, but we are not-very-reliably informed it is the ‘place to go’, so we buy lots of beer and make sure we are within the boundaries before they are roped off for ticketholders. But now it is 7.30pm, it’s freezing and I am going to be here for at least five hours. My friend is very sociable and boisterous, so we soon develop a kind of camaraderie. Wrong sex and all that.” I am basically chucking out a #No Homo response. I’m glad to be away from them, but I am not alone for long.

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They are not cold – my gloves are thicker than axminster.

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Various dull revelations are uncovered during the first couple of rounds: weirdest place you’ve had sex, weird celebrity crushes etc. One of the girls, who has been feeling my backside on and off for about half an hour with absolutely zero response from me, dares the man in the kilt to kiss Alex for ten seconds. The other girl tries to focus on me and asks my question: “Do you fancy Alex? Suddenly, he produces a cigarette for me and lights it.

One of the guys we have met, who is freezing his balls off in a kilt, asks Alex if he is gay. Something happens to me that I don’t quite understand. I’m not homophobic – or at least I don’t think I am – but I don’t want that question to come my way.

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