It's a Dyke-athon

The Oxford gay scene has hit an all time low. When we went out last night, it didn't take my two "pulling buddies" and myself long to realise that there were more lesbians in among our little trio than there were in any of the three gay bars that visited.

Our first choice was the lesbian pub Brewery Gate. I was first to arrive and soon realised that aside from two men playing pool and one large mixed group, the pub was completely empty. This was both a hindrance and a bonus - at least there were less people to assume I'd been stood up when I waited alone for my late friends. I bought myself a drink and pretended to be terribly busy fiddling with my phone.

When my friends arrived we instantly got sucked into conversation, having not seen each other for several weeks. It didn't take the barmaid long to realise that my pals didn't have a drink and she told them, quite ferociously that they should leave if they weren't going to buy drinks. Now bear in mind the fact that the pub was empty, the fact that I had a drink and the fact that we're regulars. We felt entirely unwelcome so decided to go onto The Jolly Farmers.

Whilst the Jolly Farmers is usually quite mixed, when we walked in we were met by a large group of men at the bar who commented "Look! It's a dyke-athon!" Clearly three whole women was too much for them. A quite scout around the pub revealed that when we entered, we had at least doubled the amount of women in the bar. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, we left.

Next up, The Castle Tavern, which is always a little top heavy on men. Although the pub was reasonably full, we only spotted one woman and she was getting off with a man - although after we left (almost immediately,) we did engage in a certain amount of discussion about whether the gender of the "woman."

We soon realised all was not lost, The G Bar hosts a gay night on Fridays, "7th Heaven". Although it was only half past ten, we swung by to see if there was anybody interesting around - alas, even the cute door girl was nowhere to be seen.

So, like true lesbians, we retired to my friend's house for a cup of hot chocolate, a chat and a bitch about our pulling frustrations.

Welcome back to Oxford.