I was a teenager when it aired. I'd never been to a gaybar; I'd met only only a handful of homosexuals and I had certainly not been aware that gay people communed on such a large scale. When I applied for university, Manchester was relatively low on my preferred list, but as soon as I arrived in the city for my interview I felt the gravitational pull of Canal Street so strongly I couldn't resist it. The latent knowledge of a thriving Gay Community was enough to convince me that this was the place I was meant to live, so like countless others drawn by the show, here I am a decade later.
There was a moment in my mid-twenties when I took an objective look at my life. Aged fifteen, living the life of Queer As Folk was something beyond my wildest phantasm and now, aged twenty-five, I was actually doing it. At the time I had a real sense of achievement in how far I'd come - I lived in The Village, I had a vast network of gay friends and by God I enjoyed my weekends. But it wasn't long before that all burnt out - that kind of lifestyle was baseless, without substance and unsustainable. Spending one half of the week regretting the weekend and the other half looking forward to the next, it was an endless repetitious cycle of the same bars, music and faces. Because heaven forbid we should miss a night out.