Category: Non-Fiction

Real events from an Englishman living in America

Fag or Foreigner

Fag or Foreigner

I recently learnt of the airport game ‘Fag or Foreigner’ in which an American waiting to board a flight will look around at their fellow passengers and guess if they are gay or from another country.

In England I was a tall slightly masculine man but in America I am a short effeminate man. Does this mean I constantly get Americans trying to work out if I am gay or British?

In a way this is find of freeing, I could never look manly compared to an American football player or someone in the armed forces or, say, a shoes salesman…. Seriously I will always be judges as the least manly of all.

This is kind of freeing. It doesn’t matter what I do I will always look gay so might as well go with it. Back home it wasn’t proper for a man to cross his legs no matter how comfortable it is. It’s for ladies and don’t you dare do it. In America how I am standing, eating, using my phone – it’s all gay so why not enjoy the comforts of crossed legs.

Ahhh, it’s almost a luxury.

Simon Says

Simon Says

Simon says Dominic never owned a suit and wouldn’t expect us to wear one at his funeral.

Simon says the family wants us all to wear casual clothes: “As if we were just going to the pub with Dominic one last time.”

I chose a dark short sleeved shirt and black jeans. My hand stretched past the Nike trainers and selected office shoes instead. I do wear them to the pub in case we go to a club after so it’s within the spirit of the rules.

I arrive and see all are suited and booted. Even Simon has the audacity to come in a tie.

“What happened to casual wear?” I ask.

“This is casual,” Simon says.

“When did you last wear a tie to the pub?”

Simon says: “It’s still a funeral mate. Besides, it is a Bugs Bunny tie.”

I don’t listen to what Simon says anymore.