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 sad, the bad 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 a 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. 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. Act Two, Turkey Street, is out now in print and digital editions.
So. Will you marry me, Jack Scott?
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Try and stop me 😀
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. . you pair of monarchist opportunists – you’d do anything for a bit of legal nookey! Bring on the Republic I say – hurrumph!
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Can’t wait for President Blair 😀
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Aaaaah… Can I be bridesmaid? (I must say I gave a quiet cheer when I read this!)
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Of course!
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What? This is a surprise. I thought you’d already tied the knot.
S.w.e.e.t !
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We have a Civil Partnership (akin to civil unions). The new law introduces marriage equality for all and allows us to ‘convert’ our CP into a marriage.
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Oooh, can I come to the wedding?
Please
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Sure 🙂
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Well done ma’am. Give that corgi another pat.
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I do kinda wonder what she really thought. We’ll never know.
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About friggin’ time!
Par-tay!
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Hear! Hear!
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