After the film we chatted in Barcode till gone 11. One of us managed to reduce another of us to tears [sorry]; one of us caught another of us cruising a scarey bloke who had a tattoo instead of a right eyebrow; one of us caught another of us doing far worse; one of us spent five minutes trying to find his boyfriend; one of us had a pint of Guinness spilled down his new shirt; one of us slandered another's ex; one of us had a seemingly decent conversation with another of us while surreptitiously engaging in a mutual grope with the tattooed man; and one of us discovered that Barcode allow you to buy rounds with credit cards...

Imagine if they made a film about people like us, rather than some gay version of Steel Magnolias.