I thought I would share with you guys a story that might make you laugh. I know it still makes me chuckle!!

It was a cold February night in Bulgaria. I was on my first ever family skiing holiday. I went with my mum, dad and brother, and all my cousins, aunts and uncles were there too.

We went on a traditional "Bulgarian night" with our skiing instructor, who we had worked out by now was something of a ‘party animal’, to put it lightly. This night involved plenty of — and possibly too much — wine and "Rakia" [[a Balkan spirit that they must otherwise use to strip paint).

Needless to say, everyone quickly became pretty wasted.

Next stop: a karoake bar. And, my first time EVER in one.

First up: my mum and one of my cousins, with "Islands In The Stream". A credible effort, not that I can remember much of it.

"I could do this…" I thought. "Why not?"

"How bad could it be?!"

I go up to the DJ [[who was actually not Bulgarian, but English.) What do I ask for? Well, some Diana Ross, of course. "Upside Down", I say… "Have you got it?"

"No", he replies. "But… I have got "I'm Coming Out", if that’s any good?"

Now, I should say, by this point, I am absolutely splattered. I am definitely not thinking straight. Or at all for that matter.

"Uhhhhhh… ok then!", I manage to blurt out.

I walk away, soon realising what I've done.

"I'm going to accidentally come out to my ENTIRE family."

I look at my dad. He senses the distress in me. "I think I've just done something VERY bad", I say.

But, there's no time to back out now. I've committed.

Then, before I know it, I hear the DJ announce… "And next up, we've got someone COMING OUT!"

"Are you gay!?" he shouts, pointing the mic at me. I don’t know what to say. I stand there in disbelief: I didn’t know it was possible to accidentally out MYSELF.

He hands me the mic.

Now, this probably won't come as a surprise to you, but the singing that happens in karoake bars is often below average at the best of times.

This particular performance, however, was truly something else. Firstly, I can't sing. Secondly, I can't sing like DIANA freaking ROSS. Thirdly, I'M SINGING "I'M COMING OUT" TO THE ENTIRE OF MY MUMS EXTENDED FAMILY. And, to make it worse, I'm singing it incredibly badly.

But, I do it. Somehow, I manage to get through it.

I attempt to explain the accidental nature of the situation to those who are still capable of standing up and listening to complete sentences. My brother then threatens to beat up the DJ for me, an offer which, while appreciated, I kindly decline. After this, the DJ becomes very insistent on buying us all drinks. [[Every cloud! )

For a brief while afterwards, I was somewhat distressed about what happened. But my family are all pretty amazing and accepting, so everything worked out in the end.

And now I have come to appreciate this as possibly the best "Coming Out" story I will ever have the pleasure of experiencing!!

I hope you enjoyed it reading it too.