My mum, Janet Elizabeth, was born in Banstead, Surrey, in 1943 in The Woolpack, a pub run by her gran Elizabeth, her uncle Bobby and her parents Lucy and Jack Prevost. Mum and Nan would often tell the tale of the night in 1944 when a doodlebug took the top off The Woolpack whilst they cowered under the kitchen table in a Morrison shelter in … Continue reading This one is for Janet…
It’s here. It’s happening. That one party of the year we all wait for. The Brighton Pride legend that is the Sunday Sundae Pride Reunion at Patterns Brighton. The party Queenie and I never stop being proud to be part of. The party responsible for some of our finest hours. The party we locals call home come Brighton Pride weekend. A reunion of our queer … Continue reading Sunday Sundae Pride Reunion 2025
Yesterday I made a cheesecake for Clare. A vegan cheesecake, all worthy Violife, fuelled coconut cream with some McVitie’s filth for its super sweet foundations. And somehow as I leaned into that very specific spoon-to-melted butter biscuits action as you press down the crumb in your spring tin of soon-to-be dessert of joy (fingers crossed Clare!) I found myself back in my childhood cheesecake-making days. … Continue reading Greens Cheesecake Mix
Before the day raves of 2024 made a generation of hip (aching) clubbing elders happy, there was Sunday Sundae. A gay tea dance that delivered Sunday afternoons more special than an iced bun and a hot brew at your nans, Sunday Sundae was the home of right proper deep New York house and US garage, when the BPMs were as engaging as your Nokia ringtone … Continue reading Sunday Sundae Pride Reunion 2024
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Like many late-diagnosed autistic souls (with big 80s hair) I always kindly kid myself that at least things are better now. I wouldn’t be failed by the education system, missing the first two years of my secondary school because of my autistic sensory overload now. I wouldn’t have struggled to try to fit into an education system that simply wasn’t for this ND me. But … Continue reading ADHD, autism and me: Not a school skiver
Without the blurred lines, I see it now. I choose my parties, my crowds, my community. I fit because I want to. I dance because I love to. I’m random because I am. I say the wrong things sometimes because we all do. I fly because I want to. Continue reading ADHD, autism and me: sober life
Keen to keep the disco festive this December? Fancy joining a bunch of disco-loving reprobates determined to bring the sass to Sunday? Then you need to head to Brighton’s favourite hang-out this weekend for a Sunday session destined to bring the glitter. Yep, Disco.bits is back and here to bring the sparkle as we join DJs MYDS, Chema Gonzalez, Charmain Love, NJ Strange, IDONTPLAYHOUSE and … Continue reading Disco.bits Christmas Balls Up at Block
Dear Greggs. The arrival of the pumpkin latte is not the news I have been waiting for. If you care to email me about the resignation of this Tory shambles of a government, Suella Braverman being locked in a barge moored to an island in the centre of hell, the sudden enlightenment of TERFS everywhere, Arsenal WFC signing Mary Earps, someone mastering the art of … Continue reading Since when is Greggs’ Pumpkin Spice Latte news?
30 years ago today I kissed you. 30 years ago my heart jumped, my pants sang and my life changed. It would take a while, to get where we needed to be, the kisses fleeting, the love growing but we would get there. Eventually. Flirts became foundations, promise a reality as me and my queen consorted together. It’s had its moments of strife dear wife, … Continue reading 30 Years of Love
Wildblood and Queenie 