Am I gay? Am I not? Can I be? All David's questions are answered in this funny yet gritty novel. The Summer of Love has well and truly passed and David is having to come to terms with his sexuality in hard-nosed, homophobic and racist 70s' Britain. I didn't think I could read a novel that dealt with being gay in such an open, funny and at times realistic way. My favourite character? Aunty Val - she is me and I am her. Fabulous book.
The school did have another gay member of staff up until a couple of months back, as it happens : a timorous and nervy creature who taught French, and, in his patchwork denim and multicoloured braces, looked like he's been left behind by a travelling production of Godspell. His name was Mr Majors, and some of the children - well, most of them, actually - called him Farrah Fawcett. In stark contrast to Hamish McClarnon, Farrah held little to no authority over any of his classes, most of whom had decided he was a homo the minute his 'Bonjour, mes enfants' got under way. He fared, I believe, slightly better with a handful of the younger boys - the first and second years - who hadn't quite worked out the implications of his rather liberal hand gestures and assorted silk neckerchiefs, but once the boys hit about thirteen, any wide-eyed notions of Mr Majors being anything other than a 'raving arse bandit' went straight out of la fenetre.