Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Time for a MANicure?
I'm looking at my friend, the Secret Woman. Or Martin, as everyone else knows him. I'm actually looking at his nails - his fingernails. I've never noticed before, but they're very long and well looked after. I'm tempted to take a sneaky photo - get the phone out and pretend I'm checking the football scores - and fire it off to the daughter, to get her verdict.
About a year back, Martin told me he identifies as a woman. But - now, here, beside me in the local - he looks exactly the same as he did before that confession. Except for the nails. I think he might even be wearing the same hoodie. I know I am. I'm no fashion guru but his hoodie looks exactly like what a 62-year-old heterosexual widower would throw on first thing in the morning.
I'm probably being stupid. But it's a tricky one.