It might not be everyone who can chart their burgeoning childhood sexuality through annual Christmas Day screenings of The Sound of Music, but this queer can. As an innocent little whippersnapper I started out simple: I just wanted to be Maria. Then, following a briefly regressive spell as Gretl (I… read more…

Mondays are traditional for bravely resisting the urge to leap out of the office window in catatonic despair at the demise of the weekend. So, given this fragile mental state, you would think the British press might bring us something a little more diverting than a pointless animal rights… read more…

Boys wearing nipple tassels are a thing of rare beauty. Discuss. Now doesn't that little gem have the potential to incite a conversational ground freeze over Mother's boiled sprouts of a Sunday. (And a bollocking off your Dad for mentioning that filth round the dinner table.) However, us open… read more…

Ladies and gents, grab your flaming torches and begin the rabble-rousing. It turns out, shockingly, that some people like to watch porn where people get hurt. Finally the government is trying to crack down on these evildoers. Forgive us for letting out a yawn that produces unsightly cheek stretchmarks,… read more…

And why not? It's Monday morning, and what better way to plan the week ahead than with a quick glance at the calendar to see if there are any Munches on the horizon. A Munch, as those of you with half an inclination and a cupboard full of whips… read more…

Although a few teachers have taken their shoes and socks off and refused to play recently, it's good to know that in the heart of London there are some schools that are truly thriving. Last weekend, a fun Saturday was had by all at LCPS, the London Corporal Punishment… read more…

All eyes might have been on Mariah Carey and her London visit (yawn - enough already), but last night there was another sight to behold in our beloved capital - models in kinky underwear. The scantily clad beauties weren't parading about the cold streets (nippy in all the wrong ways),… read more…

So Oxford Street is for the poor, Kensington is for the trust-funded, and Shoreditch is for the media agency staff with Blackberries and a penchant for foreign lager. But where oh where is one to go in London if one happens to be a caffeine-addicted dominatrix? Well.… read more…