Dedication: I guess this one has got to be for Kirke for introducing the world to the delights of Lee/Ben slash… J Dziekuje bardzo.

They say the camera never lies and I guess they are right but sometimes it doesn't tell the whole truth. Like the photo that now lies on the table in front of me. I can't deny what it shows but how can I prove to you that it doesn't show what it appears to?

If that was me that photo was would be in hundreds of tiny pieces by now, burning in the trash can or flushed down the toilet. But it wasn't me, it was you and in your typical stoic way you just flung it on the table and demanded an answer. The one thing I couldn't give you, not without breaking my promise to the other figure in the picture. 

How a fan ever got hold of such a photo is beyond me. They must have followed me for weeks, watching my movements, seeing where I went and whom I went there with. The clarity is incredible, the sort only obtainable with a high quality telephoto lens. Whoever did this knew what they were doing. Had the cold calculated presence of mind to develop it, and send it to you c/o our management company, knowing that it would be dutifully forwarded to our house. Cheers guys.

Well however they obtained it, they did and the look on your face as you slid it from its plain brown envelope is one that I will never forget for as long as I live, nor one that I ever want to see again. For one brief moment your eyes showed all the pain, hurt and disbelief you were feeling before the shutters came down and you stormed out.

I can't blame you. I would feel the same if someone sent me a picture of my lover in a, how shall I put it, a somewhat compromising position with another guy, and not just any other guy but one of our closest friends.

Sighing I walk over to the phone and hit one of the autodial buttons. The implications of this are more far reaching than just you and me.