Lee and I walked up the entryway to my flat. As we did, some polished young men with careful hair were carrying expensive shopping out of a Trendy Jeep into the flats next door.
They looked at us. We looked at them. They looked back at us and grinned.
"Well," said Lee. "You're not clearly not the only gay here. Give it half an hour and they'll be round to borrow a highlighting kit and a cup of cocaine."