South Kensington is home to the Victoria and Albert Museum, Imperial College and the Cine Lumiere – the French cinema at the Institute of France. While meandering around garden squares and streets such as Thurloe Square, Exhibition Road and the Old Brompton Road you’ll have a sense you’ve just turned off from the Champs-Élysées. One’s … Read more
Weddings are like Christmas mornings, bank holidays and Harvey Nick’s midseason sales: just wonderful. Two human beings who’ve decided to take their relationship to that next step, and embark on a life journey as a doublet. In most cases commit to monogamy and proclaim nuptials in front of a chosen crowd. Delightful. So with this … Read more
Winter blues getting you down on your knees, feeling the cold-finger from old Jack Frost or just in need of some sun, sand and seamen? Look no further. No need to stock up on Piz Buin, dig out ya passport and pack ya fave twelve pairs of AussieBums, just head south to the Costa del … Read more
Five gay, short-sporting, horny promiscuous guys with gobs of liquid G, copious consignments of crystal meth, in a smog of monotone club beats opens up a whole production-line of tinned STI’d-worms. Writer and director Peter Darney has pieced together a play from over 50 hours of interviews from guys using sex apps – more hardware … Read more
What better way to warm ya cockles, lift spirits, and power-tool through a long dark night this winter then an evening of ogling bulging biceps, finger-licking thighs, prolific pecs and alluring abdominals? Forbidden Nights are an all male variety act that not only dance with flaming batons, deliver an Alvin-and-the-Chipmunks-style Justin Timberlake serenade, know how … Read more
The London gay scene, much like Wayne Rooney’s hairline, has fluctuated, mutated and diminished since the millennium. A plethora of happening gay drinking-holes and night clubs have appeared, done a stint – then poof! Disappeared. Thank you Westminster City Council. One bar that stood out, due to her lengthy sentence and touch of the David … Read more
Dangling for 70 mins in a smoky room, adjacent to a stained mattress with Dessert Island Discs emanating from a Bush radio, alongside tick tock tick tock, Beethoven and the squiffed fantasies from an abstract artist who will drink to your health, insult if you were christened Darius or if you work for Blue Peter … Read more
A new year in our sprawling, over-populated Old Smoke brings fresh days of small businesses, freelancers and other innocent bystanders losing days of income; months-in-the-planning school balls, saved-up-for pre-bought theatre tickets and the last chance to visit a dying relative or close friend ruined, tarnished or made impossible – unless of course you’re employed by … Read more
When lunching in a civilised establishment, would you lob your Iphone 6s, or new mini-studded-flat-pouch Mark Jacobs clutch on the floor, leaving said debris for the staff to trip over or tidy? Would you use your vocal cords in a similar way to Cheryl Fernandez Versini trying to hit a high note at regular or … Read more
