My sister, like all good and great people, has a fabulous gay best friend, and likes to imagine that she lives in a world that is the direct reflection of Sex and The City, except set in Dublin. Yay to her, I say. I, in turn, seem to be developing a fetish for weblogs written by gay men. Here is another one. Which, fabulously, seems to be organising a game of BlindDateBlog. And until Big Brother comes back in May, that’s all I’ve got to look forward to.