The thing is this, it is cheaper to get in the Motor Show as a family than if you decide to go in individually.

George wasn't too impressed with this strategy but then I told him it would save some money (around about $10, but look it all helps) and then he was more than keen. After all, his family haven't built their empire on frittering the folding stuff away or undercharging on the avocados.

When we got there the girl behind the counter said: "so, two adults and two children."
"We're a family," I said. "Family rate, that's what we're after."
The girl looked over my shoulder to see if there was anyone else there, like a wife, then looked at George's bicep which was resting on the counter top and said, "Well, you have to be a family."
"We're a gay family," said George, barely able to contain his mirth.
"We're happily gay," I said.
"Oh yeah," said George running on the spot now, "ecstatic we are. Love it, we do."
The girl looked at us again and opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it and let us have the family rate.

This afternoon George called me and said, "Jesus, my wife is going bonkers. Junior told her I was gay and that I'd told the woman in the booth at the Motor Show."
"Well," I said.
"Yeah, and now she says she's always had doubts about me. Said my biceps always looked too big, and blokes were always commenting on them."
"Well, they are, aren't they, commenting, as it happens."
There was a silence on the line.
"So, you think I'm gay, then?"
"No."
"Are you just saying that?"
"No."
"Do you think my hair's too long?"
"No."
"How much did we save?"
"$10."
"And now I'm gay."
"Well, as far as the woman in the booth is concerned, yes, but otherwise no. Well, not as far as I know, but then you could always have been gay for all I know."
"Jesus."
"But lots of my friends are gay."
"Oh, that's alright then."
"Yeah and remember."
"What?"
"We did save a tenner."