Like generations of gay men before me, I am proudly a non-driver – a fact I declare loudly and obnoxiously to anyone who will listen, sometimes even disguised under a whiff of environmentalism (vehicle pollution and all that), though really it is because I failed to get my licence at an appropriate age and now it is too late.
People often dispute the last point. Sometimes they say things like “it’s never too late” and “you can do it” and “please get out of my car, this is the third lift I’ve given you this week”. To that I reply: you haven’t been through what I’ve been through!!! And then I tell them the following story.
