Like pretty much everyone else on the planet I do sometimes wonder how other people see me. I was talking to a PE teacher yesterday and I was saying about all the camps I am going on this year. He then called me something no heterosexual male wants to be called: 'camp boy'. Now there's a nickname that I definitely don't want to stick. Admittedly I probably am quite camp compared to this PE teacher; he's taking a sabbatical next year to do some rugby training. In fact if you stood me next to most PE teachers, or most male teachers generally and possibly even a few female teachers you wouldn't call me the manly one, but I'm no where near stylish or sophisticated enough to fit any 'camp' stereotype.

As if this weren't bad enough some of the girls in my year nine class were asking if I had anything pink in my house and even had the temerity to ask if I went to any special 'clubs' at the weekends. It was all in good nature of course so I'm tempted to turn up to my next lesson wearing a pink shirt and a rainbow wristband. I mean a really pink shirt and not salmon, which I'm pretty sure is a name invented so that self-conscious men can wear pink without worrying about becoming infected with gay. I'm pretty sure it would raise a smile.