THE NOVELY OF IT ALL
I was sitting in one of those too-cool downstairs pubs in Soho listening to an author read an excerpt from his most recent book (one of my favorites, as it happens) — a… Continue reading
I ride on public transport a lot. And when I do, my mind inevitably wanders. I’ll be sandwiched between tourists with too many shopping bags, trying to read my Economist when the latest… Continue reading
I write a lot about manliness and my love of men, so at some point I knew I would be writing about Daniel Craig. I wasn’t originally a fan, truth be told. I… Continue reading
It turns me on, more than is decent, to see a man’s trousers hit the perfect point on the back of his shoes. Trouser length is so elusive, so ridden with potential, so… Continue reading
There was a man on the Circle Line the other day. I didn’t notice his face — which was squared and good-looking in an angry sort of way — until well into our… Continue reading
My weakness for men in uniform extends, embarrassingly, even to train conductors. Especially if they’re a bit wiry, white-haired, angular-faced, and speak with a charming somewhere-in-England accent. They have a tendency to compliment… Continue reading
I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU (AND YOU… AND YOU… AND…)
My friends are in a panic. They cannot reconcile my obvious interest in and daily dissection of men with my just-as-obvious relationship status (I’m in one). Surely that wandering eye has some (ahem)… Continue reading →