‘That’s not the builder boyfriend,’ said the luncheon guest as he eyed the builder boyfriend over the table.
‘Well then, who do you think it is?’ I asked the gentleman, who was sitting next to me with a bemused expression on his face. He had put down his fork and abandoned his fettuccine completely after I let slip that his favourite character was seated opposite. He shook his head. ‘No, no. That can’t be the builder boyfriend. He’s got a Countryside Alliance badge on his lapel. He’s not dressed like a builder.’
‘Funnily enough,’ I said, ‘I make him wear clean clothes when we go out. Were you expecting him to turn up for a lunch party in his work outfit?’
Normally, the BB wears ripped jeans covered in paint and a T-shirt bearing the logo of the Selco builders’ merchant, which he gets for free when he goes there to buy materials.
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