Gay's the Word

Almost twenty years ago, on a school trip to London, my teenage self stumbled into my first gay bookshop, blushing furiously as I bought a copy of Jeanette Winterson’s Oranges are Not the Only Fruit.

Today I went in to say thanks for putting my book in their window display. The nice man behind the desk gave me a big smile and got me to sign a stack of copies.


This was a good day.