How, for half an hour, I was my boyfriend's fag hag

Talk about your all time funny awkward moments.

Ian and I went to Greenwich Market yesterday to buy a gift for someone, and stock up on olives, tapenade and nougat, all freshly made, organic, and ridiculously overpriced.

We have been meaning to go to this bar, the Powder Monkey, and decided to go while we were in the vicinity. It's all trendy looking, quite nice, and we go in.

I start voicing my realisations to Ian: "Isn't it weird, I'm like the only girl here?"
Later, "All these guys are like really good looking."

And that's how Ian and I ended up having a drink at a gay bar in Greenwich at 3 in the afternoon.

However, considering that Ian said he'd had a 'bee in his bonnet' about going there, he might not have been so out of place.