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My father once told me when I first left home to go work in London, that's a quare place London says he, sure you could be sat on top in a red double decker bus, sat beside a murderer an you wouldn't even know it.

Poor awl Tom Tipp, from Tipp was out with me working this week and the poor divil said it was the hardest week he ever had to put in. Not because we worked any harder it was just a very quare situation.

The big house in Finchley that we were working on the owners a man and wife with two grown up children and bejaysus the man had a boyfriend living in the house as well.

Well jaysus said Tom Tipp I've fucken seen it all now and the whole week we have been trying to work out the set up in this household. Tom Tipp is convinced that the man came out late in life and sure the poor awl missus has to put up with the set up, such a carry on.

It drove poor awl Tom Tipp stone mad because every morning we landed the missus and two son's be having breakfast and a short while later himself and the boyfriend would land down in the kitchen walking around in nothing but shorts. Ah jaysus Tom would say every morning I have never seen the like of this before.

I've always known since the 1970s how many Irishmen struggle in the company of the gay man.

It's not entirely their fault as all we ever saw growing up was padatas & porter and rakes of it. The poor awl gayman in those days was hidden away like he was Dracula. So when the church preaches against how's anyone to know any better.

Like the first gay man the Bunty Mac and meself made friend's with in London in the late 1970s. Little Micheal we called him, sure he was from Kildare a niegbour of ours. Little Micheal asked us would we paint and decorate his flat, bejaysus we will says the Bunty, an he winking at me.

The plan we hatched was to take a picture of poor little Micheal in the bedroom with the boyfriend, then blackmail the pair of them. In those day's a man had niera consionce what so ever, how could we an we never sober.

We landed at little Micheals with stepladders and brushes, sure I only heard the Bunty Mac saying to little Micheal, now little Micheal any funny buisness from you to me or Nick and it's out the fucken window you will fly. How dare you speak to me like that, said little Micheal both shocked and annoyed. Now lads says I we have that sorted let's get along and get the job done.

It was a great lesson we were to learn from little Micheal, not to judge a person by who they are. You see you would never have thought by this introduction that little Kildare Micheal was to become a great friend to both me and the Bunty Mac for a number of years.

As soon as the Bunty Mac made the treat, and poor awl little Micheal, who had the added torment of only being four feet, eleven and a half inches tall, replied I'm only into my own kind, then friendship began.

We forgot about the plan to blackmail him and sure he was as good as talking to a strong mature woman, I lost count the amount of times we sat around Little Micheals drinking coffee and talking of the troubles with the women.

You could confide in Little Micheal and he would never put you wrong the man was an absolute gentleman, sure it wasn't his fault he was born with a bit of the woman adin him, he had a heart of gold.

I will never forget the respect we and many others had for him, he could walk the Holloway road day or night no one would dare say or do him wrong, as we all looked out for him in a protective way.

You see this man helped us and many more and all we needed was a bit of understanding from his character which allowed us to become friends.

It's just a pity there wasn't more understanding about in those days, many people suffered terrible ignorance and we suffered from a lack of understanding. I'm certain no God wishes anyone to suffer just because they may be different, thank God a lot of the old attitudes have changed.

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