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Back in august my gayest friend Fagot O’Hara (he makes the perfumery staff in Selfridges look butch) thoughtfully organised a jolly jaunt to Le Touquet. Three chums, Fagot and moi – the propeller set. Captain Cucumber, one of Fagot’s bosom buddies, flew our winged transport – O’Hara was appointed First Officer – unnerving for us … Read moreThe Propeller Set

Mum and Dad’s visiting can be stressful. It’s not that us offspring don’t enjoy seeing our parents, but Ma and Pa quite often have different ideas of how to wile away a day. The most recent trip to London for Mr & Mrs Sutherland included their first introduction to Mr S6. The old dears have … Read moreLondon Zoo with the parents

I’ve been working as a Personal Trainer (PT) in central London gyms for almost nine years. Oh lordy, I’ve seen some sights. It’s about time I educated a few iron-pumpers out there. I’m sure most of you will be aware of these – but for a small percentage this is an obligatory read.   1) … Read moreGym etiquette: four don’ts for you gents

Guzzling a bottle of vino while leisurely gondola-ing through the web can be risky. Mr S6 and I found an economical holiday in the Algarve, Albufeira to be precise, as purses were strained. Booking an all-inclusive package in a supposed four-star hotel with a spa and gym, in that part of Portugal, wasn’t the cleverest … Read moreAll-inclusive in the Algarve

Travelling north of Hampstead doesn’t normally sit well with my waters. But Mr S6 reassured me that spending the weekend up north, participating in one of the longest running annual gay festivals, would be a hoot. Mr S6 was right. The shits-and-giggles began on Friday night as soon as we hit the gay Village – … Read moreNo longer a Manchester Pride virgin – 2014

  Stuck in the rat race that is our busy lives, we should all break free and take timeout for a dose of pampering and monkey-fluffing. This is exactly what Princess B and I did. Pennyhill Park (PHP) isn’t quite as convenient as Harvey Nic’s. But from Waterloo you can be there within an hour. … Read moreA visit to Pennyhill Park Spa & Hotel Bagshot Surrey Friday 8th August

Hawksmoor Guildhall, Basinghall Street, EC2V 5BQ I was invited to Mr Tinned-Soup’s 50th birthday dinner at Hawksmoor Guildhall. Mr Soup hired the private dining room to accommodate 22 of his close chums. This was my first visit to a Hawksmoor, and I must say, like when I first had my eyebrows waxed, I was extremely impressed. … Read moreHawksmoor – no birds of prey, just great surf and turf

I do adore sunglasses! I rarely leave the house without my Oliver Peoples aviators, whether the sun has reared his shiny head, or not. I’ve recently read in GQ that wearing sunnies when the sun hasn’t got his hat on is tragic. That’s complete rubbish.   1)     When to wear your shades As long as … Read more4 tips to help you be shades above the rest

It’s a delight visiting the concrete jungle that is the Barbican. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of lemongrass and ginger. But there’s something beautiful about the 60’s architecture, water fountains and manufactured gardens. It’s like being in an industrial oasis or the London version of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. I clapped my hands … Read moreThe Fashion World of Jean Paul Gaultier – The Barbican

One humdrum Wednesday evening in March (not even a four-part Come Dine With Me on TV), Lady H trekked to SE1. The intention was to eat supper at Chez Thabian. He arrived dressed head-to-toe in Dries Van Noten’s 2014 spring collection. Crowned with a cream trilby sporting iridescent rooster plumage. Uninspired by my purchases from … Read moreUnion Street Café SE1 Review