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Coming out – On being forced from the closet

Coming out stories vary. For every parental ‘yes, we thought as much’ shrug, there exist a dozen painful ‘not under my roof’ tales of woe. In my case, it wasn’t so much a closet door that was wrenched open, as the dodgy drawer in my divan bed base. Over a two-year period, I’d currated a […]

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The Director’s Cut

Mo Fanning talks about why he decided to rewrite and revamp his 2008 best-selling book ‘The Armchair Bride’ for an anniversary reissue.

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A time …

Thoughts from Mo Fanning on the festive period, a greeting by any other name!

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An unprecedented level of calls

‘You’re getting very dark again. You need to see a doctor.’ That’s how the other half censored me as I launched into yet another tirade about how Theresa May had basically prostituted herself to the DUP to avoid having to move house just when she’d got on top of her geraniums. And so I tried […]

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Pale, stale and male … and invisible

I give more than a single shit about climate change, and hang my head in shame as other middle-aged white men dictate Britain’s place in Europe and encourage Americans to worship the buck over the book. And yet, I feel invisible.

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Passive Aggressive Master Class

Uncovering mild passive-aggression is easy. Simply jump a queue, stand on the wrong side of an escalator, or try to pay for anything with a twenty-quid note.

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Ten bad things about me

The ten things that I do wrong. Ten things guaranteed to make you move seats on a bus and cut down on visits.

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No news is good news – Information overload

Yesterday was Blue Monday. Officially the most miserable day of the year. I was supposed to feel weary and weighed down with worry. How do I know this? Because that’s what I read online. In the news.

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Merry Christmas

How has your Christmas been? Brighton has been battered by storms. Much wind, much rain and Mr Fanning has gradually given up all hope of ever weatherproofing the foyer of the flat we now (un)affectionately refer to as the money pit.

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Getting old

I’ve had someone offer me their seat on a bus and got over it. I’ve been cornered by an old person and spoken to like an equal – “Not like in our day, eh?”. It took much red wine and sugar therapy, but I got over that too. What I’m struggling with is this week’s discovery of a white eyebrow hair. An inch long one.

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