OUTing the Past 2018

So picture it: A wet afternoon in August. Of course it’s wet. It’s summer in England. My options are (a) go back to bed (b) do the housework or (c) catch up with emails. Housework is never an attractive option. As Quentin Crisp observed there is a natural limit to how...

It’s Queer Growing Old

So picture it:  October 1947. The Second World War had finished over two years ago, but Britain was still in the grip of rationing for food, petrol and other essentials.  Men were returning from war torn Europe and Asia, reuniting with their wives and families.  An...

Beach Diva

So picture it: There I was flicking through one of my favourite magazines, when this review jumped out at me. I couldn’t be more thrilled, and am so pleased that they enjoyed it. I hope that you will enjoy it just as...

Art for Art’s Sake

So picture it: There I was at the Royal Academy of Arts with my friends Colin and Patrick, at our annual excursion to the Summer Exhibition, standing in front of a blank, white canvas, framed, but without even a signature. Looking in the catalogue, I found it was...

Brexit, Schmexit

So picture it: A young couple, dressed in strange clothes, talking in a foreign language. The woman holds a young baby. They have no luggage, only the clothes they stand in. More bloody immigrants, you might think. And you’d be right. This couple were my grandparents,...

Out and Proud

So picture it: I think it was 1973 or 1974, and I was on my first Gay Pride march.  There wasn’t a huge crowd of us – maybe 300 people, almost all of whom were men.  It absolutely bucketed down with rain, and the pockets of my cagoule ballooned with water.  In...