I forgot to mention, I read Brokeback Mountain
(it’s only about twenty pages long – it was a short fiction in the New Yorker
). It’s a powerful little story that leaves a taste like worn leather in your mouth. If it gets made like the film that was running through my head, then it’ll be one of the most original movies to come out of the US in a very long while. The sexual and romantic bond between the two cowboys is so intense - they have so much to lose if their relationship is discovered. It makes me pleased that I live in a more accepting world, until I turn on the telly and watch George Bush, all too anxious to take us back to those dark times.