A funny and touching love story of two men whose lifelong secret affair is shared with the reader. Barrington 'Barry' Walker and his partner Morris are two lovable characters who seized my attention from the very first page. Beneath Barry's swagger lies a serious undercurrent of racial and sexual prejudice which shapes his character and makes his battles ever more poignant and heartfelt.
All my life I've watched couples holding hands, kissing in the street, on the bus, in pubs. I've watched couples walking arm in arm, ruffling each other's hair, sitting on each other's laps, dancing closely, romantically, jazzily, funkily, badly, bawdily. And never, not once, have I felt able even to link arms with the man I love. Me and Morris exchange sidelong glances, and flicker. He grabs my hand and squeezes it for a few seconds. It is our first public display of physical affection in sixty years.