Last month, John, my eldest brother and his missus came to visit. He’s the eldest of five and would be the first to admit that when I trampolined out of the closet at the tender age of 16, he was none too pleased. In those far-flung days, only the likes of sexually ambivalent Larry Grayson, Kenneth Williams and John Inman were in the public consciousness and they all kept a foot firmly in the closet door. Most people thought all queers were predatory child abusers recruiting for the cause (some pond life still does, of course). Ironic, now that the Jimmy Savile scandal from that very era has now hit the fan. As the years rolled by, my brother’s views mellowed and moderated. I see his altered image as a metaphor for society as a whole. On the evening of our 5th wedding anniversary, John and his wife treated us to a slap-up meal at Jamie’s Italian. Thanks bro!
Jack Scott
Imagine the absurdity of two openly gay, married, middle aged, middle class men escaping the liberal sanctuary of anonymous London to relocate to a Muslim country. I chronicled our exploits with the mad, the bad, the sad and the glad in a blog for the whole world to ignore. Then came the book which became a critically acclaimed best seller. Its success opened out a whole new career for me, firstly as an author, and now as an indie publisher. Who'd have thought it? Certainly not me.
In June 2012, we ended our Anatolian affair and paddled back to Britain on the evening tide, washing up in Norwich, a surprising city in eastern England, then to the wilds of Norfolk as the only gays in the village. I’m sometimes nostalgic for our encounters with the hopeless, the hapless and, yes, the happy go lucky. They gave me an unexpected tale to tell and for this I thank them.

Aw shucks. Makes my heart go pitter-patter.
😀
Makes ya wanna trampoline with joy
Thank you!
When I moved to a suburb of Brighton in the 1990s, my widowed neighbour, who was active in the British Legion in nearby Rottingdean (Tory heartland territory) told me her Legion friends said, “You are lucky. We’d love to have a nice gay neighbour!” Now everybody wants us!
We’re sooo fashionable! 🙂
How much do we have to pay you to get you to move next door?
Why? Are you having problems with the neighbours? 🙂
. . can see the family likeness – it’s in the jeans 😉 nice post
He’s bigger in most (but not all) departments 😉
It goes to show you that, with a little love and willingness to be open, people can change. 🙂
It sure does.