Out of the closet
The Cambridge gay scene continues to wave the rainbow flag proudly, even though sometimes it seems as though it’s flying at half mast. It’s not like there aren’t enough people who have stepped out of the closet.

Thrills and spillages
Sadly rather than encountering a Narnian like world of fun and frolics, sometimes it seems more like you’ve stepped into the television and through Mr Ben’s changing room door. And lets face facts, a pasty faced man in a bowler hat are hardly likely to get those juices flowing, now are they? Come to think of it though, when he ended up in a jungle wearing a leopard skin that was something else entirely. Somebody slap me. No, not you, cheeky.

Spit, not swallow
Maybe the problem is that stuffy Cambridge folk don’t like seeing anyone having too good a time. I mean, if they were laughing at cabaret as opposed to walking around looking like they’ve just had a hot poker shoved up their arse, then maybe they wouldn’t have such an issue with same sex snogging in public. After all, what’s the problem with lavishing some public displays on the object of your affection? So long as they aren’t suffering from even a smidgen of halitosis, but unfortunately that’s nobody’s problem but your own. Haven’t you told them about taking part in a good old rinsing session with a bottle of mouthwash?

Bum deal
Bottom line, if you’re feeling frisky there’s still enough places to play. And it’s not as though if you forgot to take their number the first time, you’re going to have problems finding them again. The Cambridge gay scene may well be small, but from where I’m standing it looks like it’s perfectly formed.