In 2007, the BBC broadcast Season 2 of a drama series called The Street, with each episode presenting a standalone story written by Jimmy McGovern. Episode 3 was titled Demolition and centres on Charlie, a demolition worker who is married with teenage kids. Forced to work away from home, Charlie finds himself sharing a room with straight-acting workman Tom. When Tom unexpectedly comes on to him, Charlie resists vehemently, declaring that he is “100% normal”. Finally giving in to his repressed homosexuality, Charlie’s whole world is thrown into turmoil. This is a highly engrossing, brilliantly written and well-acted drama, full of insight and pathos: – HugH
O…..M…..G….I just finished watching that episode. I’m shaking…. Although I grew up in Ontario, there were so many similarities to my own coming out. It was difficult for me to see so much of my life playing out all over again. Society can do so much damage to those few who just don’t fit the mold of what a man “should be”. I’m a case in point; separated from my wife after 20 years of marriage and 5 kids. Separated, as in told to leave. I moved an hour away to another city to try and start a new life. We only spoke at Christmas, when we got together for a toast. That was 30 years ago. As fate would have it, tomorrow I’m returning to that same house after a 30 year absence. My ex moved to a new condo on the other side of town and my daughter and her 2 boys are moving in. It’s the home she was born and raised in. I’m going to help her settle in and put in a garden. I’m sure some of the ghosts of those long ago times will be there to greet me. Leo Toronto
fucking brilliant
O…..M…..G….I just finished watching that episode. I’m shaking…. Although I grew up in Ontario, there were so many similarities to my own coming out. It was difficult for me to see so much of my life playing out all over again. Society can do so much damage to those few who just don’t fit the mold of what a man “should be”. I’m a case in point; separated from my wife after 20 years of marriage and 5 kids. Separated, as in told to leave. I moved an hour away to another city to try and start a new life. We only spoke at Christmas, when we got together for a toast. That was 30 years ago. As fate would have it, tomorrow I’m returning to that same house after a 30 year absence. My ex moved to a new condo on the other side of town and my daughter and her 2 boys are moving in. It’s the home she was born and raised in. I’m going to help her settle in and put in a garden. I’m sure some of the ghosts of those long ago times will be there to greet me.