Vole Face? Remember dissapointing token gay in Sex and the City?
It was terrible. When we last saw each other, I had Hoxton hair, and he was a dashingly athletic Dane with curly locks and a sneer. Now the sneer's the same, but surrounded by shaven hair and glasses bigger than his head.
The worst thing about Vole-Faced gays is that they're so fussy. About where they sit, what brand of vodka they drink, and even the tonic that it sits in.
"So," said Vole-Face, "Now I'm no longer married, I'm taking you home."
Hmmn, I thought. We're having this conversation three years too late.