Porridge before a visit to Glasgow

Since I’m on holiday I’ve been thinking “I might get up, go to a café and have a leisurely breakfast out”, only, every morning I wake up and my Scottish genetics kick in and my mind goes “Porridge”. Then I wake up a little bit more and my rational mind says “Of course...

The State of (Gay) Play

Okay. So now I live in an enormous european city that is home to one of the world’s largest concentrations of openly-gay men. This has made such a difference that it may never be possible for me to communicate the sense of relief in its true strength. It is not...