Gay Guardian Blind Dates are like buses – everybody gets to sit on one. No, hang on, I mean, you...

A mere two weeks ago I told the story of how my Nana would rise from her armchair in disgust...

I'm still off the booze. Two and a half years and counting. This will be my third summer not throwing...

Right. It's Pride in London day, I'm sure you've all got drag brunches to go to, and floats to dangle...

When I was a child, my nana and I used to sit, every Saturday, in front of her black and...

They say it's all about chemistry, don't they? Sparks, too. Why do we talk about dating and attraction in terms...

We are almost two weeks deep into Pride Month and finally we have a rainbow element to the Blind Date....

I went to a pop festival yesterday. As occasionally documented on this site and elsewhere in my writing, I haven't...

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When I first clocked the pair stepping forward to be mangled by my malice in this week's Guardian Blind Date,...