My new friends

One of the best things about taking time out from work has been immersing myself in brand new things with brand new people in a brand new way. It's bracing!

Now, instead of the usual corporate homogeneity, I am friends with precisely:

A. One big friendly Greek lesbian
B. One black American gay man from the South. He likes saying Giddyup! And so do I.
C. One Martin Sixsmith - the guy involved in that Jo Moore scandal and who wrote this brilliant book about Litvinenko.
D. A Humanist. A real live Humanist. He believes in Humanism.
E. Another lesbian, this time chirpy and Australian.
(I used to think - like George Costanza - that lesbians looked at me and thought 'THAT'S why I'm a lesbian' but now I'm out there laughing away with them like there's no tomorrow).
F. Two Germans and a Hindu.
G. Other people who aren't lesbians.

So there you go. My diversity quotients are so on the up. The Australian lesbian calls me 'Tiger' and this makes me chuckle every time I think of it. And part of me also thinks:

I am a Tiger.