Write what you know … and other myths exploded
I spent my Manchester years stumbling from one bar and bed to another. If I’d written only of familiar things, my debut novel would have told a very different story.
Grief: A visit to the museum
My mother died in February. At the time, the virus that now traps us in our homes was little more…
How’s your lockdown going?
How’s your lockdown going? I’m borderline depressed. So I don’t plan on ending my lockdown life … or doing anything…
Five lockdown whinges
These are my five reasons not to be cheerful. I share them hoping that by getting them off my chest, depression will lift. And if you recognise how yourself in these words, you’ll feel better too.
COVID-19: The end of gay life as we know it
Without human contact, we’ll retreat to darkened rooms only to emerge blinking into the light one week later, holding up an arthritic claw and declaring we’ve completed Pornhub.