Tag: gay

The young ones & Have I told you lately that I Love You? Seb: I’ve spent most of this past week in the company of kids. I don’t mean that derogatorily — I mean that I’m at least 10 years older than most of them. It’s odd, I’ve always got on better with younger and older people — but not so much with my contemporaries. I get on well with kids because they’re incredibly easy to talk to (and because…

It’s Raining Men. & The Yeti Abi: Apologies for the lateness of this week’s upload, I’ve been in Amsterdam! When my friends and I planned this trip a few months ago, we had no idea that the weekend we chose happened to coincide with Amsterdam’s Gay Pride event. Imagine our surprise to wander down a quiet side street and find thumping dance music intersecting with another Latin beat from another party in the next block! I rarely say this about…

No picture of me in a doctor’s jacket again! What a gyp! (Note the interesting derivation on ‘gypsy’ — never knew that!) You must be so disappointed in me yet again. But in my defence, this week’s been a really unpleasant mix of heat, humidity and stiflingly oppressive stillness. The only breeze is that which has been stirred up by the feeble fan that’s currently keeping my feet cool. So you get some angstily-answered questions this week and a re-used…

(Another entry, another podcast! Recorded all in one take without any kind of planning, so the voices you hear are ‘off the cuff’ — I’m particularly proud of my attempt at a crazed feminist. Hopefully there are no repeat or missing paragraphs. It sounds a little bit nasal and wet in places, but hey, I can’t and don’t want to fix that: excess saliva has always served me well in the past.) Once upon a time there were was a…

Now that I’ve stepped out of the closet, I’ve finally had a chance to look back INTO it. In doing so, I’ve had a shocking realisation: I have nothing to wear! All I have is that same outfit that I’ve worn on the rare occasion that I’ve been home alone, or to one of those¬† ‘Not-Straight’ nights at university. So with the weather was nice, I thought it would be a good idea if I had a quick look around…

Ever since I started writing here on this blog, I’ve been trying to work out the best way to tell you. I alluded to it with numerous posts about musical theatre, and incredibly insightful articles on the inner workings of girls; something that a straight guy could never do, at least not with such alarming accuracy. I even tried to tell you through my constant use, and love, of pink. My pink t-shirts, my pink scarves, my pink fluffy love-cuffs…