Morning nespresso- done. End of the episode of American Gods (Ricky Whittle) I fell asleep last night watching- done. Being honest to my readers about falling asleep watching the episode last night due to the extra strength homemade Bulgarian wine my sister bought home form a trip- done. Gym- done. It's 12.30 pm and I … Continue reading Cold Coffee.
Christmas came twice last year (the Christian celebration not my stripper friend of the same name) when my sister called me on the 23rd to tell me that she had bought me a return ticket to visit her in Hong Kong. This was both a generous and impressive present because, get this....... at this point … Continue reading The Hong Kong Gay. At The Airport.
Tastes change. Fashions come and go. Skirts get longer. Trousers get shorter. But there's one trend in the gay scene that seems to have surpassed all of gay society's fashion faux pas- Daddy Issues. This patriarchal idea that men just keep getting better with age. Hugh Jackman, George Clooney, Alec Bawldwin (shit, maybe they are … Continue reading Daddy Issues. Yours, Not Mine.
Last Friday the guy doing my new bathroom locked me out of my own flat. He wasn't waiting for me inside (we've all seen that movie....... another sex joke), he just locked the bottom lock when he left that day and I don't have that key. So I was stranded in Hackney with no where … Continue reading Tinder Timber. (That’s a sex joke)
It's true. I'm a massive tosser. Ask anyone. A narcissistic, arrogant, overly confident, annoyingly handsome tosser. Who after years of living alone in Islington's glamouros Upper Street (back door brag) bought a place in Hackney with his big old lipstick lesbian sister and know self proclaims to be 'The Hackney Gay'. Like I was the … Continue reading Only Tossers Write Blogs.