You're right - you having a friendly jab at me isn't anything anyone would think odd, any road. I just didn't think the comment made sense when it was about Justin, not me. Especially since it'd be easy to accuse him of feigning interest in girls, given his manner. But he's as red-blooded as the next hormonal teenage boy.

What term would you prefer? Ponce? Nancy? Shirt-lifter? Limp-wrist? It's not insecurity, love. It's self-recognition. I'm not offended; why should you be? Besides, there's a difference between a bloke who fancies other blokes and one who minces about with a lisp and a penchant for pastels, after all. I might be the first but I'm never the latter.

And it wasn't meant as a lecture.