The other day I got the sort of review I had been dreading. One that said my novel was in not so many words a bit racially insensitive....

I used to ramble in an all-knowing Oscar Wilde tone of voice, that there are about three categories of gay novel and they are all...

Step 1) Lose your job, your visa and your house Before the pandemic I was living in Switzerland with my boyfriend Chachi. I was teaching...

Since I was about ten, I dreamed of being a pop-star. I used to cycle home from school singing loudly to myself, hoping a record exec...

It must be twelve years ago that I started going out with Percy Tankengine, who introduced me to Rupaul’s Drag Race. He’d changed his...

I remember as a kid having some vague notion of pride in being British. Without being told explicitly I got this sense that my country...

I had a day stopover in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Rather than going and seeing any sights, I decided to just eat durian products. Durian is...

I was living in Cologne with an English person called Zack who claimed he was German. Zack would often rhapsodise about how we were going...

Straight away when we arrived in Nice, Pete started asking people for cigarettes and lighters in made up French: ‘Avez vouz un leet,’ he...

At the start of 2016 I flew to Las Vegas for £95 in the hope of staying at the “Lil’ Ale Inn” the last point of habitation before Area...