Today a social networking site for gay guys bought our faces, and our friends leapt at the opportunity to give helpful suggestions for what we could paint on our faces… bless their cotton socks!

 

Needless to say, we ignored their suggestions, deciding we should stick with what we were asked to paint, which was still pretty funny this morning when explaining to my granddad why I had “ManScout” written on the side of my face.  Leaving my granddad with that impression, it was time to depart from Cornwall and head to Bath to see my girlfriend, where I was the gay best friend in her house full of girls for the evening.  Meanwhile, Ross was holding the fort in Center Parcs (see photos)