Who would have thought that where you met your boyfriend would be a career-limiting move?
Poor Lord Browne, resigning after his no-good love rat ex-boyf tells all to the tabloids. The reason he goes? Lord Browne falsely claimed to have met Jeff Chevalier "while exercising in Battersea Park".
Ladies and ladies, we're at the birth of a great new gay euphemisim. A catch-all answer for introducing your new partner to friends without having to explain the horrid truth that you met him at GAY/ accidentally fell on his cock at a meth orgy / won him on ebay.
It's also a brilliant euphemism for a spot of cruising in the bushes. Which can't be what Lord Browne meant at all. I mean, no matter how awkward the truth, you wouldn't come up with that as a white lie. It's like turning up late for a meeting and saying "Sorry I'm late, I was trying on ladies knickers."