As mentioned previously: big international tournaments* are the time when people just feel compelled to dress in national flags & colours. Gay people are no exception to the rule.
So when sitting in the local gaybourhood** you see numerous people clad in flags walking past. Two rather handsome men walked past.
“What are those flags? Greek or Argentinian?”, I wondered.
Except for the blue and white it was hard to make out anything else on the flag. Charly & Lubor stared with narrowed eyes in direction of the two handsome men clad in flags.
“Argentina, I think”, said Lubor.
“erm, brief question”, began Blair “where is Argentina?”
Charly, Lubor & I exchanged glances.
“well”, started Blair apologetically “I can only remember that we discussed Europe & South-America in school. So how am I supposed to know where Argentina is?!”
*I can’t remember which tournament may have been the reason for those flags. It could have been any world cup.
**the city’s gay quarter, in case you weren’t familiar with the word