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So I’m new to the TBW site but an aficionado of Toy Boys, or an addict, which ever way you’d like to look at it. Since getting divorced I’ve only ever been out with younger men, at first I thought it was by accident but now I see that I’d be nuts not to. I […]
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Ah that well oiled clause “no strings”. It really is one of those expressions whose meaning is very much dependent upon the context in which it’s used. I mean I hardly think Pinocchio was singing about what he might fancy getting up to with a couple of marionettes was he… Seriously though, you probably need […]
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GENTLEMEN! Boys, boys, boys! When are you going to wise up?   This week, amongst an influx of eager new messages, two in particular stood out from the crowd:  one lad and one mantoy (yes, there is a difference…) A ping-pong of chit-chat ensued which was pleasant enough, until whooaahh! first thing on Monday morning, […]
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Do ya’ll remember that column I wrote ages ago about the 5 kinds of men we need in our life at any one time?  You know, a man who can fix things, a man you can talk to, dance with, have good sex with and a man that can buy you things, that column? Yes, […]
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I had a pretty exciting time the other week, I spent several pleasant hours on a Sunday afternoon swinging my chopper in the garden. Yup I was chopping logs with a great big axe! Whenever I visit may parents in rural Shropshire, I usually get roped into some kind of manual task. Sure I moan […]
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It was another normal day in the life of a film make-up artist: the five o’clock start, the bucket of coffee to get me going, the trek across London for another photo shoot…except this wasn’t the normal run-of-the mill kind of photo shoot. I’d been asked to do the make-up for the launch of the […]
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I am writing this on the beach in Goa, lapping up the tropical sun and listening to the Arabian Sea crash onto the fine, warm sand. I know it was damn hard to leave the European winter behind! For those who aren’t familiar with Goa, let me divert slightly. Without sounding like an 80’s holiday […]
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Okay this onemight be about you for a change. Yes you. And possibly you too. And even you, although you’re shaking your head… The other day there was an amusing discussion going on in my office about which of the Minogue sisters was the more attractive. Of course the general consensus was that Kylie had […]
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Another weekend without Mr. Magnolia.  And the sun was out.  The sky was this tehnicolour, swirling blue, like my mother’s blue crystal ashtray that she bought in Stockholm in 1962 for my Dad back in New York. Today was just a day to thank who ever you believe in for being alive.  Ah, but I […]
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If I had a pound for every time someone asked me why I was still single, I would be cruising around the Med in a luxury yacht with my harem of male Dolce and Gabbana models, most probably not giving a damn about my single status. I agree on paper, it doesn’t quite add up.  […]
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