Last night I went out near Soho in London with some gay friends, and sat down in a straight club.
A young guy came up to us and sat down next to me, and out of all the questions in the world started asking us about our sexuality.
‘You’re gay?’ asked the man as I nodded, said yes, while stuffing a chocolate egg into my mouth (I am wild on a night out).
He replied, looking alarmed: 'But you’re eating chocolate!? You cannot be gay.’