Grab little Toby from Sue’s and hook up, once more, with Paul - the cute fellow gay dad I met at that Chelsea kids’ play centre last month. My little nipper and his wee sprog, Lucas, click quick. Ditto us two adults. As we trundle our sleeping babes back through Regent’s Park to the tube, as London Zoo locks its doors, Paul – whose crotch I’ve hardly been able to take my eyes off all day, leans over and gives me a whacking big snog, suggesting I come round for dinner, “as soon as”.

Skip one monthly Monday morn mews meet. Boss keen on me ‘n Kev, instead, attending Stonewall’s 2010 Workplace Conference (Mon 8 March), to try to drum up new corporate members. Pleased to note that Stonewall itself seems to be walking the talk on workplace equality - reporting that more than 50% of its staff are now female, up from 34% five years ago; that 20% of its London staff are now from black and minority ethnic communities, up from 4% five years ago; and that 14% of staff are disabled, up from none five years ago.

Hook up with increasingly sozzled sister, Kerry, who – having put her nascent acting career on hold, after one too many “next”s – is throwing her ever-burgeoning weight back into gay publishing, this time mulling sponsoring a new Brighton-set all-queer superhero comic book, Spandex – featuring trans crime fighter duo, Liberty and Diva, the lesbian equivalents of Wonder Woman, tackling assorted villains, including a 50ft lesbian who attacks the city’s seafront.

Typically appalled and amused as paw papers with Mous ‘n Cous one Sunday morn. Read that a father is standing trial in Queensland for allegedly forcing his 14-year old son to sleep with a female prostitute because he suspected the boy might be gay - waiting outside the motel bedroom, telling his son he needed to see a used condom as proof; and spy that queer mega-star George Michael defends his cruising for sex on Hampstead Heath, North London, gushing: “It’s a much nicer place to get some quick and honest sex than standing in a bar, E’d [drugged] off your tits. I have friends up there.”

Attend, with Nutty, several events at the London Lesbian & Gay Film Festival (17 - 31 March 2010, www.llgff.org.uk), the largest of it’s kind in Europe, attracting over 22,000 people each year to its 120 film premieres, plus shorts, masterclasses and interviews. See a fringe talk about the emerging queer face of Bollywood, with the appearance of some of Indian cinema’s first ever gay love scenes, all against the context of Section 377, the recently-rescinded colonial-era law which had banned gay sex on the Indian sub-continent.

Have veteran campaigner and friend, Peter Tatchell, over for supper one eve. He has recently announced, with regret, that he is standing down as the Green Party parliamentary candidate for Oxford East, claiming that brain injuries resulting from his 2001 Mugabe and 2007 Moscow beatings mean he would neither be able to campaign effectively in the general election nor do the duties required of an MP, if elected. “The medical advice is that if I slow down and reduce my workload my condition may improve in a year or so,” he says, over pudding. “But I am unlikely to ever recover fully.”

Fun informal Circa meet at a banker member’s Docklands penthouse – our host, one naughty guest murmurs, doubtless lavishing hospitality in a bid to boost popularity, he and his profession having come in for a reputational battering in recent months. What better way to spend your tax-payer funded bonus?!? Love duos, Josh ‘n Karl plus Charlie ‘n Boy, do their usual trolling - lapping up everything on offer, glass upon glass. And where comes booze, once-mighty Inge is rarely far behind, knackered after a hard day showing gay tourists around town - and now touting for other, more nocturnal, “business”. Speaking of which, overhear interesting conversation - some gay business bod claiming the number of gay bars in London has dropped from 250, five years ago, to 150 now. Punters must have all migrated online, I smugly opine.

Busy Switchboard stint. Lots of gay boys wanting to know more, having seen Terrence Higgins Trust’s recent “Biology of Transmission” campaign, aimed especially at younger men and others new to gay sex, getting vital HIV transmission information across using three striking “bottom”-themed images - the sponge (illustrating how the lining of the rectum absorbs semen and pre-cum containing HIV); the eggs (covering how the rectal lining can be damaged during fucking or when objects enter the rectum, allowing HIV easier entry into the bloodstream); and the peach (explaining how oft-unnoticed sexually transmitted infections make it easier for HIV to be passed on due to skin damage inside the rectum). Refer most lads to www.chapsonline.org.uk/biology.

Use monthly Circa-branded Capital Queer column to ask whether the predominant use of “camp” gay comics like Graham Norton and Alan Carr on British television does more harm than good? Veteran activist Peter Tatchell and gay actor Sir Ian McKellen have both recently lambasted “camp and clichéd” gay comic personalities and fictional characters on UK TV. Graham Norton has since signed a 2-year £4-million deal to stay at the BBC.

So zonked come month-end, decide to visit Las Vegas. In fact, you don’t so much visit “Vegas” as smash right into it, rearing up out of the Nevada desert like some giant flashing, flexing one-armed bandit - its supersized follies, casinos, hotels, shows, restaurants, bars and malls all vying for queer attentions. Indeed, your plane well-nigh lands on The Strip: that miracle mile or three of stylish yet quintessentially teeth-‘n-tits facade, like an old-style all-American frontier town’s main saloon-lined street - on acid. Not-so-mini versions of the Eiffel Tower, Lady Liberty and Sphinx go head-to-head with real-life lions, exploding volcanoes and eternally sinking pirate ships - plus a plethora of quick-hitch wedding chapels. Gay, gay, gay!