The Sultan Of Browneye.

With summer now in full flight, the seafront was heaving and bustling with holiday revellers last night.
Lovely to see the town so popular and attracting quite a few millionaire types as well as the usual dross.
I even managed to get quite cosy with one of them before discovering that he was gay. Such a shame and a bit of a waste, I thought.
I'm starting to get a bit of a complex about it, as the vast majority of men that I meet these days declare their homosexuality as soon as I turn on the charm.

Guess I just don't have an eye for it, I suppose!