Sweaty, hunky fun at the BodyPower Games. (Photo M Burns)

Inside Spornosexual Pride

Mark Simpson goes to BodyPower, the UK’s biggest fitness expo, & tries not to stare too hard. Even though staring is very, very welcome. “Would you like me to take my top off?” is the usual response when you ask a chap if he minds having his photo taken. Followed by much flexing. Those that are actually […]

Burst your bubble

Man Down – Defining Deflated & Liberated Masculinity

by Mark Simpson ‘What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god!… And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?’ – Hamlet There has been a […]


Signal Failure: What Not Indicating Indicates

Mark Simpson on the capital offence of failing to indicate ‘That’s alright. Don’t bother indicating. I can read your imbecilic mind!!’ I often find myself coming over all Victor Meldrew when confronted with the worst offence in the entire motoring universe. Failing to indicate. Well, OK, it might not be the worst, but it’s certainly one […]


The Queen is Dead – but not buried.

So I checked the register of historical facts, and was shocked and ashamed to discover The Queen is Dead was released thirty years ago. To commemorate/commiserate three whole decades of vicars in tutus and boys with thorns in their sides – though we’re still waiting on Charles appearing in his mother’s bridal veil – the Kindle […]

Sam Oldham astride his horse

Gymnos Guys – Gymnastics Goes Back To Its Naked Roots

The Olympics in Rio are taking up the starting position, and Yorkshire-based Team GB gymnast Nile Wilson has dusted his hands with chalk and mounted his pommel horse to warm up and show off his pecs, tris, tatts, abs and obliques. Oh, and advertise Hyperflex jeans. They certainly look very flexible. Though surely there’s a jean-shorts version […]

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The Driverless Driver

Driving is a wonderfully useful thing. It gets you from A to B without breaking a sweat, without getting cold or wet, and without having to listen to other people eat crisps ludicrously loudly, or watch them spill their large, very sugary Virgin Trains tea all over the table you’re sharing with them. There is […]


Fine Dining Over the Fast Lane

Mark Simpson on the lost glamour of Leicester Forest East services Leicester Forest East, situated – or rather, squeezed – between J21 and J21a on the M1, contains a slightly interesting paradox to those sufficiently undulled by the boredom of motorway driving and an entire family pack of Haribos to notice it. Not its appearance, […]