I just want to point out that I have always been pro-gay rights. I have gay friends. I have been to a gay wedding, the very type of wedding I wrote to my Member of Parliament and insist she support when the vote came ’round (she did). I am listening to the new Rufus Wainwright as I type this. It is fair to say that I am cool with the gay.
But, damn it, why do I always have to do the damn gay updates?!!?
Anyway, Sean has agreed. per Violet’s request, to ask Jamie out on a date, under the pretence of decloseting him. He pops round the Baldwin’s to ask Jamie if he fancies a boys’ night out. Jamie is all too keen and Frankie wonders if he’s got something to tell them. Violet suggests that he is confident in his sexuality that he can have a gay mate. He laughs this off and Frankie reminisces about her old gay friend Derek the Trolley Dolly (we are even treated later to an old photo of them dressed up for the Rocky Horror Picture Show).
Later at Eileen’s, Sean is torn over what outfit to wear on his night out. Eileen thinks this is going a bit too far as he’s only taking his straight friend out for a quiet drink. Sean scoffs at the suggestion that there is anything more to it and Eileen says that she believes the lady doth protest too much.
“Don’t say ‘doth,'” Sean retorts. “Freak!”
Down on Canal Street at what looks like the Gay Rovers (actually it looks like a converted church with that woodwork), Jamie and Sean starting getting the drinks and Jamie asks his friend if anything thing is bothering him as he was silent on the bus into town. Sean notes that they are being watched by a guy who might think they’re together. Then Sean lays it all out. He wouldn’t mind if people thought they were together because he fancies Jamie. He wants to slow dance with him. Hold his hand on the bus. Go to bed with him.
Thing is, I think Sean was telling the truth here, even if there was an ulterior motive at play.
But before the dreams of a thousand slash fiction writers can be realised, Jamie breaks it to him that he is not into men. Sean says he’ll get a sex change, even if there is no guarantee that he’ll look like Angelina Jolie. Jamie says Sean is perfect in many ways, but comes in the “wrong packaging,” meaning he lacks a vagina, in case you didn’t get the subtle reference.
Jamie says that he is in love with the wrong person and Sean finally gets who it is: Frankie. Jamie quickly points out that Frankie is not his mum. Sean says that Jamie wins: he is way freakier than Sean will ever be and walks out of the pub. Jamie follows and begs Sean not to tell anyone. He agrees and they embrace. In a totally nonsexual way.
Poor Sean, he’s going to collapse under the weight of all these secrets he has to bear.
Bev is trying on some new make up as practice for the wedding. It looks, in Fred’s words, panda-like. Michelle suggests that she ease up. Rita and Emily arrive, join Fred, Bev, and Audrey and Bev suggests they pop open a bottle of bubbly to celebrate
the fact that her own daughter refuses to come to the wedding after her actions this week life, baby, life!
Bev proceeds to get drunk, as do Rita and Emily, and Audrey seems quiet as though she’s contemplating something. Later, she excuses herself to the loo, where she breaks down into sobs. Afterward, she collects herself enough to agree to spend some time with Fred to buy some jewels for the wedding as she won’t have much of chance to spend time with him after he’s married and moved away.
I Can’t Keep Track. Who’s Winning Now?
Tracy meets Deirdre in the street, who offers Tracy to come home as Charlie will just keep hurting her. Tracy says that she knows he will because she still loves him and how pathetic is that?
Meanwhile, Charlie unloads his troubles (and, presumably, his trousers) on Maria.
When Charlie comes home, Tracy says she and Amy need to leave and find somewhere neutral to live, which is like fleeing war-torn Lebanon for Syria but that’s just me. When she arrives, it seems as though their relationship is over.