A new Candy Bar Girls drinking game has evolved on Twitter (thank you @PlanetLondon), involving downing a shot everytime: the front of the Candy Bar is shown; we swoop over stock footage of London Apprentice-style or there’s a pointless recap of a previous storyline.
Last Thursday there were ninety-seven lesbians in hospital with alcohol poisoning.
I know all documentaries have to recap, but we have now heard, for four episodes in a row, how Rox and Rachel met. And it’s not even an interesting story, bless them. They met in college. The end. I think they should make something up for next week’s episode, maybe involving a missed train, some dolphins and a jar of marmalade.
There are so many fascinating things to examine about being gay in a heterosexual society, yet Candy Bar Girls seems to miss out even the things that are jumping up and down in front of them and shouting “Me! ME! I might be interesting to spend a few minutes on!”
So, this week Jo invites her gay friends and her mother round for a Jewish meal and interviews her mother on a Jewish gay podcast, yet the documentary manages to avoid touching on whether there is anything Jo might like to share about being gay in the Jewish community.
After forty minutes of lesbian salsa and lesbian cocktails and lesbian shouting and lesbian life drawing classes, I was gagging for something with a little more depth.
One thing I did learn is how easy it is to get a job if you're a gay woman in London. You just decide what job you want to do and they let you do it.
Shabby has decided to be a television presenter, so she puts together a cack-handed showreel and is offered her own television programme. (To be fair, I think Shabby has enough charisma and cheekbones that she will be able to bungle her way through this fairly successfully.) Jo decides she wants to be a radio presenter, and – click those heels together - she is given a slot on a radio show instantaneously.
I have decided I would like to be a brain surgeon please. Pass the scalpel. I have some lesbians to operate on...
Last Thursday there were ninety-seven lesbians in hospital with alcohol poisoning.
I know all documentaries have to recap, but we have now heard, for four episodes in a row, how Rox and Rachel met. And it’s not even an interesting story, bless them. They met in college. The end. I think they should make something up for next week’s episode, maybe involving a missed train, some dolphins and a jar of marmalade.
There are so many fascinating things to examine about being gay in a heterosexual society, yet Candy Bar Girls seems to miss out even the things that are jumping up and down in front of them and shouting “Me! ME! I might be interesting to spend a few minutes on!”
So, this week Jo invites her gay friends and her mother round for a Jewish meal and interviews her mother on a Jewish gay podcast, yet the documentary manages to avoid touching on whether there is anything Jo might like to share about being gay in the Jewish community.
After forty minutes of lesbian salsa and lesbian cocktails and lesbian shouting and lesbian life drawing classes, I was gagging for something with a little more depth.
One thing I did learn is how easy it is to get a job if you're a gay woman in London. You just decide what job you want to do and they let you do it.
Shabby has decided to be a television presenter, so she puts together a cack-handed showreel and is offered her own television programme. (To be fair, I think Shabby has enough charisma and cheekbones that she will be able to bungle her way through this fairly successfully.) Jo decides she wants to be a radio presenter, and – click those heels together - she is given a slot on a radio show instantaneously.
I have decided I would like to be a brain surgeon please. Pass the scalpel. I have some lesbians to operate on...
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