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Dave and Tyrone – Q and A
The two of you couldn’t be much more different. Does that pose a challenge in your relationship?
Tyrone: We’ve been together nearly five years, honey. What do you think? Sure, there are a lot of differences between us, but it just works.

Dave: I’m eleven years older than Ty…

Tyrone: …and that means squat to me. I’ve always liked older men. They make far more sense.

Dave: I’m bigger than Ty…

Tyrone: …and I love my big cuddly muscle-bear!

Dave: *Blushes* I’m a mechanic… ‘E’s an author.

Tyrone: And I’m a Scorpio while he’s a Virgo. You want to go deeper? What we have works. That’s all that matters.

Dave: I think the biggest difference between us is Ty’s an out-‘n’-proud gay man ‘n’ I’m still a bit shy ‘bout all that. It’s personal to me so I don’t like to wear it on me sleeve. I don’t think it’s anyone else’s business who I go out with or what we get up to.

Dave, does it bother you to tell others you’re gay?
Dave: No, but I don’t go advertisin’ it. I don’t hide it or make a secret out of it, but I don’t shout about it from the rooftops either. Like I said, it’s me own business.

Does that bother you, Ty?
Tyrone: Not for a second. Dave’s a private man. There’s no way I’d try to make him feel uncomfortable. If anything, he’s the one who makes the moves. When we’ve kissed or held hands in public it’s because he’s the one who started it. It’s called respecting boundaries.

How did you two meet?
Tyrone: You tell this one, Dave.

Dave: Well, I was still workin’ as a trucker back then… I was barely out of Edinburgh, drivin’ down the A1 when I saw this car up on a grass ridge on the ‘ard shoulder. I thought ‘e’d crashed or broke down. Me rig was empty and I was off ‘ome, so I pulled up behind ‘n’ got out to see if there was owt I could do to ‘elp. There was Ty, sat in ‘is car, all tears ‘n’ stuff. Then I go ‘n’ make ‘im near shit ‘imself when I knocked on ‘is window.

Tyrone: Just for detail, this was in 2014. I’d been to the Edinburg International Book Festival, and while I was there some arsehole had managed to steal my wallet and my phone. It was a fluke of chance they didn’t take my car keys too. I was very upset, so I’d decided to drive home early. It was lucky that I’d filled my tank when I reached Edinburgh, but that’s as far as my luck went. I was barely out of the city when my car broke down. That was the last straw. I was marooned on the A1 with no wallet, no money, and no phone. I just broke down and cried. I think I was there for a couple of hours. I was so upset I hadn’t even thought to put my hazard lights on.

Dave: That’s why I thought it might ‘ave been an accident or summat. Ty wound ‘is window down a crack ‘n’ I asked if ‘e was alright. Broke me ‘eart to see ‘im cryin’. Took a while to get what ‘ad ‘appened out of ‘im too. So I offered ‘im me phone so ‘e could call the AA or whatever, but ‘e said all ‘is numbers were in ‘is phone ‘n’ ‘e di’n’t even ‘ave ‘is AA documents in ‘is car.

Tyrone: I felt so stupid.

Dave: So I asked ‘im where ‘e was ‘eaded. When ‘e said Scarborough me eyes lit up. That’s where I was off too. So I said ‘right, then. Get yer car in neutral ‘n’ lets get it shifted.’ ‘E ‘adn’t a clue what I was on about so I told ‘im I’m takin’ ‘im ‘ome. Took some persuadin’ but anyway, I pushed ‘is car onto the ‘ard shoulder then got in me wagon ‘n’ pulled in front of ‘is car. Me wagon’s got a ramp ‘n’ a winch, so I loaded ‘is car into the back. Ty got in the cab in the passenger seat ‘n’ I joined ‘im when I was sure everythin’ was all secure. Then we were off.

Tyrone: I was so grateful I think I broke down in tears again.

Dave: I kept lookin’ over coz I was worried ‘e thought ‘e’d been picked up by some nutcase.

Tyrone: To my shame, the thought did cross my mind.

Dave: Ty was pretty quiet for the first part o’ the ride, so we ‘ad the radio on. We stopped off for summat to eat in Berwick coz I was starvin’, ‘n’ I paid for Ty as well. Poor fella was gonna faint if ‘e din’t get some food in ‘im. After that ‘e opened up a bit. Told me all about ‘im bein’ an author ‘n’ why ‘e’d been in Edinburgh.

Tyrone: I told Dave I’m a writer. Not a famous one, but I’ve published a few of my books through self-publishing and they’ve done okay. I’ve got a good following.

Dave: All ‘is books’ve got an LGBTQ slant ‘n’ ‘e din’t make it a secret about ‘im being gay. ‘E din’t ‘ave a clue about me ‘til I said I might be interested in readin’ some of ‘is stuff. ‘E thought I was just bein’ nice, but might’ve twigged I was gay when I said that.

Tyrone: Actually, I didn’t. That came later, but I’ll let you tell it, babe.

Dave: So we got back to Scarborough and I got Ty right up to ‘is door. We off-loaded ‘is car ‘n’ I was all set to head off home meself… I was gaggin’ for a cold beer ‘n’ about a full day’s worth o’ kip, but Ty calls me over ‘n’ asks me for me number… said ‘e wanted to pay me back for doin’ ‘im this huge favour.

Tyrone: Actually, what I said was I had to thank my personal Good Samaritan properly, and that I’d love to buy him dinner some time. He was so casual about it, like he didn’t think he’d done anything special. He probably didn’t think I’d follow through either, but I called him the next day to set it up. And before we go on, you need to know this about Dave… until we met he never used to go to restaurants.

Dave: Hey! I used to dine out, sometimes…

Tyrone: Sweetie… McDonalds, KFC and Pizza Hut don’t count. I mean sit-down restaurants with wine and waiters.

Dave: Ah! Fair point.

Tyrone: Dave doesn’t do formal, either, but don’t get me wrong. When he puts on a smart pair of pants, a tight tee and a jacket… wow! I remembered this trucker who came to my rescue, but when he turned up to the restaurant… I was blown away!

Dave: Aww, babe…! *Grins*

Tyrone: So tell them, sweetie… tell them what you said to me while we ate.

Dave: I dunno… I think I just said I like your books.

Tyrone: I write fantasy. High fantasy. We’re talking ‘Dungeons and Dragons’ fantasy, but with some LGBTQ characters. I’d self-published four books by the time I met Dave, and between the day he dropped me home and the following weekend when we met at the restaurant he’d bought all four of my books – in hardback – and he’d read them. So when the conversation came around to what we do for a living I was groaning inside, wondering ‘how do I explain gay orcs and their human lovers’ to this big guy.

Dave: I love all that shit. Fantasy books, fantasy movies, ‘specially the old ones. Hawk the Slayer’s one of me favourites. I remember what I asked Ty now… I asked ‘im if one of ‘is characters – Finn – was gonna get together with this other one, an Orgoran called Brokar again, coz they met up in this one bit ‘n’ they ‘ad this chemistry, ‘n’ I think they just need to meet up again.

Tyrone: Needless to say, my jaw hit the table when he asked me. That was in my second book…

Dave: Yeah, coz the first one introduces all the main characters but spends a lot o’ time around this one guy, Vrann, ‘n’ his journey escapin’ from the Empire.

Tyrone: Everything that came out of his mouth was something I’d expect from a die-hard fan at a convention. Dave floored me, and he was so casual about it too, like it was day-to-day conversation. That moment was when I started to think he might be gay. I mean, no straight guy I know of could get so drawn in to the stories I write.

Dave: I get to ‘ave the first look at any new stuff before Ty publishes it, but I’m not a very good proof-reader.

Tyrone: That’s only because you love everything I write.

Do you sleep in or rise early?
Dave: *Looks at Tyrone* I dunno… bit o’ both. If I’m workin’ I’m up first. I make Ty a cuppa ‘n’ bring it to ‘im in bed, then get ready for work. If I’m not, I’ll lie in ‘n’ get up when ‘e does.

Tyrone: Dave’s more of a morning person than I am, but I’m getting better. I used to prefer staying up late to get more work done in the quiet hours, but that was because there were too many distractions during the day. Dave’s a lot more considerate than my old neighbours. If he knows I’m writing he leaves me be. So I get more done during the day when he’s at work, and if I’ve got deadlines he’ll give me a kiss when he gets home and that’s the last I’ll see of him ‘til it’s time to eat. These days I get to bed a lot earlier than I used to, and I sleep all the better for it.

Dave: That’s coz you get more quality sleep.

Tyrone: More like it’s because I’ve got you to spoon me.

Dave: Yeah, I suppose that ‘elps.

What is your most embarrassing moment?
Tyrone: I know what Dave’s is, but I’ll let him tell you. As for me… we were going through this period of trying out the things that each of us enjoys, like I’d try things Dave likes, and he’d try things I like. Well, you probably know Dave likes a cigar, so I figured I’d give it a try. Oh man! That first draw… I swear, my face must’ve gone Orc green! I threw myself to the bathroom, my head was down the toilet bowl, cigar smoke floating round my head while I retched for like ten minutes! Dave was right beside me, rubbing my back saying ‘I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!’ and I was trying to tell him it wasn’t his fault… I was the one who decided to try it. It’s not like I don’t like the smell of cigar smoke, but when it hit my lungs… I was done!

Dave: I did warn ‘im not to inhale…

Tyrone: And I didn’t listen. Tried to be all butch like you, and look where it got me! Anyway, your turn, babe.

Dave: Yeah… right… um… we weren’t a thing when this ‘appened… not officially… we’d ‘ad a couple of dates or so… drinks down the local pub… oh, and a meal or two at that Italian place we like… anyway… we were ‘eaded ‘ome and I walked Ty back to ‘is place, like I’d done before… we were stood outside ‘is door and ‘e was smiling at me. See, thing is I’d been crushin’ on ‘im since day one and things were going great so far. ‘E ‘ad ‘is ‘ands on me chest and was strokin’ it through me T-shirt. ‘E was turning me on so bad! ‘E leaned close, got up on ‘is toes ‘n’ started to give me a kiss. It got intense. Then it ‘appened. Couldn’t ‘elp meself.

Tyrone: Tell them, babe!

Dave: I creamed me pants. *blushes*

Tyrone: *Grins* It was weeks afterwards before he told me.

Dave: I thought ‘e’d think I ‘ad a problem downstairs.

Tyrone: To be honest, I was flattered I’d had such an impact on him. Bless!
What’s your living situation now that you’re an ‘item’?
Tyrone: We live together now. I had my own place, Dave had his. But, to be fair, neither of us really had much room, so we looked for a new place together. It took a while to find something that suited both of us.

Dave: Yeah, Ty’s got style ‘n’ standards. Me, I’m not that fussed.

Tyrone: *To Dave* Babe, that is so not true! Listen, I might sound well-educated and eloquent when I talk, but I’m a total slob. Dave is always cleaning up after me. Empty wine glasses… screwed up notes… empty envelopes… I’m a nightmare!

Dave: No yer not.

Tyrone: And Dave loves decorating… putting furniture together… D.I.Y… anything that involves working with his hands. He’s got an eye for detail, too. You won’t find any overlaps of paint, chipped surfaces or anything like that. I’m an artist when it comes to words, but Dave is just as much an artist when it comes to his handy-work.

Dave: Like Ty said, though, it took a while to find summat we both liked.

Tyrone: I wanted a quiet work space. Dave wanted somewhere he could tinker with his own projects, and we obviously needed a garage for Dave’s bike. Places like that are few and far between in Scarborough.

Dave: But we found one.

Tyrone: And now we’ve put our stamp on it, we love it.

Are there marriage bells in your future:
Dave: Nope

Tyrone: Not even if you paid for it.

Dave: I’m not big on that kinda thing.

Tyrone: And I don’t need a piece of paper to tell anyone how much I love my man.

Dave: Me either. We know ‘ow we feel about each other, ‘n’ that’s enough.

And what’s coming up in your immediate future?
Tyrone: I’m about to publish my seventh book.

Dave: And it’s fuckin’ amazin’!

Tyrone: No spoilers, sweetie. I’ve been asked to come to a local bookshop for a sci-fi and fantasy event, and a session of book signing. I didn’t even know they did that for self-published authors, especially when most of my sales are for E-books, but I’ll be there… and Dave’s coming along, aren’t you, babe?

Dave: Bit nervous about it, but yeah, I’ll be there. As fer me, I got me new job. That keeps me busy ‘n’ out o’ mischief.

Tyrone: And he’s making new friends there, too. *To Dave* What’s the name of that guy? The tall Irish one with the bike? You said something about it having an incredible dragon motif?

Dave: Yeah, that’s Dermot. Turns out Erik did the bodywork. I’m just workin’ up to askin’ Erik to do summat on mine. I was thinkin’ of summat from one of yer books, but I wanna run anythin’ I think of past you first.

Tyrone: Why, babe? It’s your bike.

Dave: But it’s your world. I wanna get summat that looks like how you see it in yer own ‘ead. Dermot said Erik does sketches ‘n’ prints first, so I’m still thinkin’ it through.

Tyrone: Maybe you should invite them over for a meal and we can all talk about it. I know how much your bike means to you.

Dave: Maybe… I’ll think about it….

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Dave and Tyrone – Q and A
The two of you couldn’t be much more different. Does that pose a challenge in your relationship?
Tyrone: We’ve been together nearly five years, honey. What do you think? Sure, there are a lot of differences between us, but it just works.

Dave: I’m eleven years older than Ty…

Tyrone: …and that means squat to me. I’ve always liked older men. They make far more sense.

Dave: I’m bigger than Ty…

Tyrone: …and I love my big cuddly muscle-bear!

Dave: *Blushes* I’m a mechanic… ‘E’s an author.

Tyrone: And I’m a Scorpio while he’s a Virgo. You want to go deeper? What we have works. That’s all that matters.

Dave: I think the biggest difference between us is Ty’s an out-‘n’-proud gay man ‘n’ I’m still a bit shy ‘bout all that. It’s personal to me so I don’t like to wear it on me sleeve. I don’t think it’s anyone else’s business who I go out with or what we get up to.

Dave, does it bother you to tell others you’re gay?
Dave: No, but I don’t go advertisin’ it. I don’t hide it or make a secret out of it, but I don’t shout about it from the rooftops either. Like I said, it’s me own business.

Does that bother you, Ty?
Tyrone: Not for a second. Dave’s a private man. There’s no way I’d try to make him feel uncomfortable. If anything, he’s the one who makes the moves. When we’ve kissed or held hands in public it’s because he’s the one who started it. It’s called respecting boundaries.

How did you two meet?
Tyrone: You tell this one, Dave.

Dave: Well, I was still workin’ as a trucker back then… I was barely out of Edinburgh, drivin’ down the A1 when I saw this car up on a grass ridge on the ‘ard shoulder. I thought ‘e’d crashed or broke down. Me rig was empty and I was off ‘ome, so I pulled up behind ‘n’ got out to see if there was owt I could do to ‘elp. There was Ty, sat in ‘is car, all tears ‘n’ stuff. Then I go ‘n’ make ‘im near shit ‘imself when I knocked on ‘is window.

Tyrone: Just for detail, this was in 2014. I’d been to the Edinburg International Book Festival, and while I was there some arsehole had managed to steal my wallet and my phone. It was a fluke of chance they didn’t take my car keys too. I was very upset, so I’d decided to drive home early. It was lucky that I’d filled my tank when I reached Edinburgh, but that’s as far as my luck went. I was barely out of the city when my car broke down. That was the last straw. I was marooned on the A1 with no wallet, no money, and no phone. I just broke down and cried. I think I was there for a couple of hours. I was so upset I hadn’t even thought to put my hazard lights on.

Dave: That’s why I thought it might ‘ave been an accident or summat. Ty wound ‘is window down a crack ‘n’ I asked if ‘e was alright. Broke me ‘eart to see ‘im cryin’. Took a while to get what ‘ad ‘appened out of ‘im too. So I offered ‘im me phone so ‘e could call the AA or whatever, but ‘e said all ‘is numbers were in ‘is phone ‘n’ ‘e di’n’t even ‘ave ‘is AA documents in ‘is car.

Tyrone: I felt so stupid.

Dave: So I asked ‘im where ‘e was ‘eaded. When ‘e said Scarborough me eyes lit up. That’s where I was off too. So I said ‘right, then. Get yer car in neutral ‘n’ lets get it shifted.’ ‘E ‘adn’t a clue what I was on about so I told ‘im I’m takin’ ‘im ‘ome. Took some persuadin’ but anyway, I pushed ‘is car onto the ‘ard shoulder then got in me wagon ‘n’ pulled in front of ‘is car. Me wagon’s got a ramp ‘n’ a winch, so I loaded ‘is car into the back. Ty got in the cab in the passenger seat ‘n’ I joined ‘im when I was sure everythin’ was all secure. Then we were off.

Tyrone: I was so grateful I think I broke down in tears again.

Dave: I kept lookin’ over coz I was worried ‘e thought ‘e’d been picked up by some nutcase.

Tyrone: To my shame, the thought did cross my mind.

Dave: Ty was pretty quiet for the first part o’ the ride, so we ‘ad the radio on. We stopped off for summat to eat in Berwick coz I was starvin’, ‘n’ I paid for Ty as well. Poor fella was gonna faint if ‘e din’t get some food in ‘im. After that ‘e opened up a bit. Told me all about ‘im bein’ an author ‘n’ why ‘e’d been in Edinburgh.

Tyrone: I told Dave I’m a writer. Not a famous one, but I’ve published a few of my books through self-publishing and they’ve done okay. I’ve got a good following.

Dave: All ‘is books’ve got an LGBTQ slant ‘n’ ‘e din’t make it a secret about ‘im being gay. ‘E din’t ‘ave a clue about me ‘til I said I might be interested in readin’ some of ‘is stuff. ‘E thought I was just bein’ nice, but might’ve twigged I was gay when I said that.

Tyrone: Actually, I didn’t. That came later, but I’ll let you tell it, babe.

Dave: So we got back to Scarborough and I got Ty right up to ‘is door. We off-loaded ‘is car ‘n’ I was all set to head off home meself… I was gaggin’ for a cold beer ‘n’ about a full day’s worth o’ kip, but Ty calls me over ‘n’ asks me for me number… said ‘e wanted to pay me back for doin’ ‘im this huge favour.

Tyrone: Actually, what I said was I had to thank my personal Good Samaritan properly, and that I’d love to buy him dinner some time. He was so casual about it, like he didn’t think he’d done anything special. He probably didn’t think I’d follow through either, but I called him the next day to set it up. And before we go on, you need to know this about Dave… until we met he never used to go to restaurants.

Dave: Hey! I used to dine out, sometimes…

Tyrone: Sweetie… McDonalds, KFC and Pizza Hut don’t count. I mean sit-down restaurants with wine and waiters.

Dave: Ah! Fair point.

Tyrone: Dave doesn’t do formal, either, but don’t get me wrong. When he puts on a smart pair of pants, a tight tee and a jacket… wow! I remembered this trucker who came to my rescue, but when he turned up to the restaurant… I was blown away!

Dave: Aww, babe…! *Grins*

Tyrone: So tell them, sweetie… tell them what you said to me while we ate.

Dave: I dunno… I think I just said I like your books.

Tyrone: I write fantasy. High fantasy. We’re talking ‘Dungeons and Dragons’ fantasy, but with some LGBTQ characters. I’d self-published four books by the time I met Dave, and between the day he dropped me home and the following weekend when we met at the restaurant he’d bought all four of my books – in hardback – and he’d read them. So when the conversation came around to what we do for a living I was groaning inside, wondering ‘how do I explain gay orcs and their human lovers’ to this big guy.

Dave: I love all that shit. Fantasy books, fantasy movies, ‘specially the old ones. Hawk the Slayer’s one of me favourites. I remember what I asked Ty now… I asked ‘im if one of ‘is characters – Finn – was gonna get together with this other one, an Orgoran called Brokar again, coz they met up in this one bit ‘n’ they ‘ad this chemistry, ‘n’ I think they just need to meet up again.

Tyrone: Needless to say, my jaw hit the table when he asked me. That was in my second book…

Dave: Yeah, coz the first one introduces all the main characters but spends a lot o’ time around this one guy, Vrann, ‘n’ his journey escapin’ from the Empire.

Tyrone: Everything that came out of his mouth was something I’d expect from a die-hard fan at a convention. Dave floored me, and he was so casual about it too, like it was day-to-day conversation. That moment was when I started to think he might be gay. I mean, no straight guy I know of could get so drawn in to the stories I write.

Dave: I get to ‘ave the first look at any new stuff before Ty publishes it, but I’m not a very good proof-reader.

Tyrone: That’s only because you love everything I write.

Do you sleep in or rise early?
Dave: *Looks at Tyrone* I dunno… bit o’ both. If I’m workin’ I’m up first. I make Ty a cuppa ‘n’ bring it to ‘im in bed, then get ready for work. If I’m not, I’ll lie in ‘n’ get up when ‘e does.

Tyrone: Dave’s more of a morning person than I am, but I’m getting better. I used to prefer staying up late to get more work done in the quiet hours, but that was because there were too many distractions during the day. Dave’s a lot more considerate than my old neighbours. If he knows I’m writing he leaves me be. So I get more done during the day when he’s at work, and if I’ve got deadlines he’ll give me a kiss when he gets home and that’s the last I’ll see of him ‘til it’s time to eat. These days I get to bed a lot earlier than I used to, and I sleep all the better for it.

Dave: That’s coz you get more quality sleep.

Tyrone: More like it’s because I’ve got you to spoon me.

Dave: Yeah, I suppose that ‘elps.

What is your most embarrassing moment?
Tyrone: I know what Dave’s is, but I’ll let him tell you. As for me… we were going through this period of trying out the things that each of us enjoys, like I’d try things Dave likes, and he’d try things I like. Well, you probably know Dave likes a cigar, so I figured I’d give it a try. Oh man! That first draw… I swear, my face must’ve gone Orc green! I threw myself to the bathroom, my head was down the toilet bowl, cigar smoke floating round my head while I retched for like ten minutes! Dave was right beside me, rubbing my back saying ‘I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!’ and I was trying to tell him it wasn’t his fault… I was the one who decided to try it. It’s not like I don’t like the smell of cigar smoke, but when it hit my lungs… I was done!

Dave: I did warn ‘im not to inhale…

Tyrone: And I didn’t listen. Tried to be all butch like you, and look where it got me! Anyway, your turn, babe.

Dave: Yeah… right… um… we weren’t a thing when this ‘appened… not officially… we’d ‘ad a couple of dates or so… drinks down the local pub… oh, and a meal or two at that Italian place we like… anyway… we were ‘eaded ‘ome and I walked Ty back to ‘is place, like I’d done before… we were stood outside ‘is door and ‘e was smiling at me. See, thing is I’d been crushin’ on ‘im since day one and things were going great so far. ‘E ‘ad ‘is ‘ands on me chest and was strokin’ it through me T-shirt. ‘E was turning me on so bad! ‘E leaned close, got up on ‘is toes ‘n’ started to give me a kiss. It got intense. Then it ‘appened. Couldn’t ‘elp meself.

Tyrone: Tell them, babe!

Dave: I creamed me pants. *blushes*

Tyrone: *Grins* It was weeks afterwards before he told me.

Dave: I thought ‘e’d think I ‘ad a problem downstairs.

Tyrone: To be honest, I was flattered I’d had such an impact on him. Bless!
What’s your living situation now that you’re an ‘item’?
Tyrone: We live together now. I had my own place, Dave had his. But, to be fair, neither of us really had much room, so we looked for a new place together. It took a while to find something that suited both of us.

Dave: Yeah, Ty’s got style ‘n’ standards. Me, I’m not that fussed.

Tyrone: *To Dave* Babe, that is so not true! Listen, I might sound well-educated and eloquent when I talk, but I’m a total slob. Dave is always cleaning up after me. Empty wine glasses… screwed up notes… empty envelopes… I’m a nightmare!

Dave: No yer not.

Tyrone: And Dave loves decorating… putting furniture together… D.I.Y… anything that involves working with his hands. He’s got an eye for detail, too. You won’t find any overlaps of paint, chipped surfaces or anything like that. I’m an artist when it comes to words, but Dave is just as much an artist when it comes to his handy-work.

Dave: Like Ty said, though, it took a while to find summat we both liked.

Tyrone: I wanted a quiet work space. Dave wanted somewhere he could tinker with his own projects, and we obviously needed a garage for Dave’s bike. Places like that are few and far between in Scarborough.

Dave: But we found one.

Tyrone: And now we’ve put our stamp on it, we love it.

Are there marriage bells in your future:
Dave: Nope

Tyrone: Not even if you paid for it.

Dave: I’m not big on that kinda thing.

Tyrone: And I don’t need a piece of paper to tell anyone how much I love my man.

Dave: Me either. We know ‘ow we feel about each other, ‘n’ that’s enough.

And what’s coming up in your immediate future?
Tyrone: I’m about to publish my seventh book.

Dave: And it’s fuckin’ amazin’!

Tyrone: No spoilers, sweetie. I’ve been asked to come to a local bookshop for a sci-fi and fantasy event, and a session of book signing. I didn’t even know they did that for self-published authors, especially when most of my sales are for E-books, but I’ll be there… and Dave’s coming along, aren’t you, babe?

Dave: Bit nervous about it, but yeah, I’ll be there. As fer me, I got me new job. That keeps me busy ‘n’ out o’ mischief.

Tyrone: And he’s making new friends there, too. *To Dave* What’s the name of that guy? The tall Irish one with the bike? You said something about it having an incredible dragon motif?

Dave: Yeah, that’s Dermot. Turns out Erik did the bodywork. I’m just workin’ up to askin’ Erik to do summat on mine. I was thinkin’ of summat from one of yer books, but I wanna run anythin’ I think of past you first.

Tyrone: Why, babe? It’s your bike.

Dave: But it’s your world. I wanna get summat that looks like how you see it in yer own ‘ead. Dermot said Erik does sketches ‘n’ prints first, so I’m still thinkin’ it through.

Tyrone: Maybe you should invite them over for a meal and we can all talk about it. I know how much your bike means to you.

Dave: Maybe… I’ll think about it….