Guilty as Charged.

There’s a documentary on British terrestrial TV tonight about an all-boy cheerleader squad. First things first: I didn’t even know we had cheerleader squads in Britain. I thought such candyfloss activity only manifested itself in places where they sell the most candyfloss. Oh well, think again.

But, the big issue:

Boys with pom-poms?!!

So accuse me of either being sexist or having a catholic predisposition regarding gender roles. Or both. I suppose I’ll have to plead guilty. The fact is, I might always have been an incurable Romantic, but at least I was a rugby-playing incurable Romantic.