Now we’re not ones for public displays of affection. We’re especially not ones for PDAs. Unless you count Earls Court Tubular station at around 3.30pm on London’s glittering Saturday after getting spectacularly twatted much earlier than the memo had suggested. And being in Earls Court, which was definitely NOT on the memo.
But this little gaggle of gay Frenchies darrrrrrn Paris decided that a little light snogging – and finger lickin’ (there were lesbians too! We’d heard rumours of their existance but here they were! Clear as a very clear thing that’s been wiped with Windolene) – of a Saturday afternoon was called for in the fight against dirty homophobia. For which we salute them in more ways than three.
Snogging? We should Coco Chanel…! *points at ‘continues’ button*
ps. Do you like that bit of tongue up there? Bet he’s a stabber…