I was bought as a 'Gay Sex Slave' last night.
I shit you not!
Last night I went to G-A-Y in London and as I entered one of the organisers stopped me and asked me if I would like to be auctioned off for Comic Relief.
It wasn't as great as I had expected mainly because we spent an hour sat in a room waiting - which as anyone will know, if you've been clubbing and stop for an hour, when you get back on the floor, its lost its appeal - but was totally worth it.
I was pleased, however, that it was my friends that clubbed together and bought me.
Last thing I wanted was to have conversation with some complete stranger who probably expected sexual intercourse!