{"id":391,"date":"2001-07-10T13:20:49","date_gmt":"2001-07-10T12:20:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/?p=391"},"modified":"2005-10-22T01:00:22","modified_gmt":"2005-10-22T00:00:22","slug":"391","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/391\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sitting at a table in a quiet pub in Highgate by myself, nursing a sullen pint. I&#8217;m not wearing any make-up. I am &#8220;off duty.&#8221; Despite this, a man opposite on a bar stool, stares directly at me for ages. I look away. He suddenly shouts at me, &#8220;Are you gay?&#8221; I say nothing. A pause. &#8220;You look it.&#8221; Woman next to him says &#8220;Shhh.&#8221; The pub becomes quiet again.<\/p>\n<p>This sort of thing happens to me all the time. Dickon Edwards: Celebrating Nearly Thirty Years Of Being Out Of Place.<\/p>\n<p>The whole point of me realising that I have this innate talent for Inviting Comment is that I chose to put this talent to good use, to get it to work for me rather than the other way round. I look like that Dickon man because I am that Dickon man. Somebody has to be. Hence the Fosca lyrics: one one level they are adverts for my own persona, explanations as to who I am and why I am who I am. The records are out there now, and there will be more. The work has only begun. I have too much unfinished business with this world. If only for the sake of providing an answer to strange men in Highgate pubs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sitting at a table in a quiet pub in Highgate by myself, nursing a sullen pint. I&#8217;m not wearing any make-up. I am &#8220;off duty.&#8221; Despite this, a man opposite on a bar stool, stares directly at me for ages. I look away. He suddenly shouts at me, &#8220;Are you gay?&#8221; I say nothing. A [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-391","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=391"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=391"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=391"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=391"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}