Being middle-aged, gay and married is difficult enough without having a mildly annoying vegetarian accent. Which makes picking holes and kicking down the ordinary lives of the rest of the world Gavins key survival mechanism as he validates his existence. Do all of the unique attributes by which he is defined really make him different to everyone else? And being middle-aged with no more hopes and aspirations, does it really matter anyway? But as he navigates his way to old age he, rather annoyingly, realises that perhaps he too is merely committed to mediocrity.