Archive for February, 2007

Marked by a poodle for the glory of gay gods


I was remembering this day back in 1967–or rather, the things I was told by my parents about that specific day, given that it was the day I was born—and something very funny presented itself once again, making me laugh out loud. So I thought I would share the story with you…

I was born in the house I was to grow up in, a home birth, as they say. I was the last of five children, the next one up from me fifteen years older, and my mother had been advised I should be born in hospital. She refused the idea, for her own reasons, and in the process managed to royally upset the moody family doctor, who felt she should do as he said at all times and in relation to all things.

Anyway, the night I was born—forty years ago today—my mother had been in labour for a very, very long time. I eventually made a fashionably late appearance at 6pm exactly. The midwife delivered me, the family doctor having refused to attend when my father had gone to the phone box to call him. My mother found time to cuss him in between contractions.

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Tuesday, February 27th, 2007