Harry has no illusions about himself. He looks in the mirror and sees a fat, ugly bloke who's gone stale at the age of thirty-five. He wasn't always like this. In his early twenties, he was into clubbing, dating, just like any other gay guy in London, but since he moved in to look after his mum, and her subsequent death, he's let himself go. Besides, there's no one to make an effort for, so why bother, right? Then a construction site worker starts...