When you're gay, and of a certain age, you spend most of your time trying to convince people – and perhaps...

On New Year's Eve, as 2015 gasped and groped it's way to its very own fag-end, I read a fairly...

Like most people on social media, I have blinked and seen five years or more suddenly go by. Have I...

As the song goes, Christmas is “the most wonderful time of the year”, but for many of us, it belongs...

  We are all devastatingly unreliable narrators. We only ever care for our own version of events. It can be...

The thing about talking about ageing is there's always somebody older than you ready and waiting to tell you it...

“I don’t do Christmas," he will say, his face pinched with misery. Quite a statement, and one loaded with meaning. To...

  When you're gay, you find people love to analyse you. They are desperate to do some soul-searching on your behalf,...

The older I get, the more nostalgic I become.  I don't particularly yearn to be back there, but I am...

Birthdays. Like Christmas, they come but once a year. They break up the calendar a little, and give you something...