Gosh! We’re in ‘Waterworld’

So. We all survived the apocalypse ‘predicted’ by the end of Mayan calendar. I must confess, I feel a slight twinge of disappointment! It would have been interesting… no, maybe not. I didn’t really expect the earth to disappear beneath our auircraft and, anyway, different sources put the predicted time at different points on the clock. And, whilst we were still waiting for the Dec 21 doomsday, it was already Dec 22 on a Pacific Island and they were still OK…


But… My home country (UK) has been utterly inundated by torrential rain. Flooded homes, disrupted travel, rail tracks washed out, it’s almost unbelievably bad. Certainly for the south west. And more rain on the way. The ‘houseboy’ who looks after our place in Wales told me on the phone that if we tried to use our secluded ‘swimming hole’ we should surely be washed out into the River Wye and then the Bristol Channel and out to sea.


And one of our show venues has been flooded out too, although they assure us that all will be well before our date just before New Year. White Christmas (bah, humbug)? No way!

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So, the run-in to Christmas (which I so much hate) has begun. Dave and Pete’s dad is staying with my parents, and will be joined by their estranged-ish mum (separate rooms for those two.. its a long story). Dave and I, with my son Leo, are staying nearby with my old mate Colin and his family: the girls Karen and Clare (with Dave’s daughter Jaymee) are staying with my equally great friend from schooldays Roger with his family. Both Colin and Roger, perhaps needless to say, were gymnasts in the same school squad as me in Oxford before I went to the USA.


They’ve quit gym now and have sensible jobs, unlike me doing acrobatics and teaching gymnastics. They probably have lots more money too. But, life is for having fun. And I’m pleased to confirm that they’re both keeping fit, along with their sporty wives and kids.. plenty of this…


So, I suppose Christmas will be quite fun. It is good to see the parents again, and it is also good that Dave and my families are close. Dave’s dad (his mother wasn’t on scene at the time) was very cool with our gay relationship (and he had a dabble himself), whereas my parents were something of a difficulty in which Dave’s dad played a pivotal role in sorting things out for me. I owe. him. So our love, as partners, can be as open as it is strong:


And we’re so lucky to have that loving lesbian pair Karen and Clare as mothers of our amazing kids.

The adventure begins...Things turn bad and dangerous for a while...I have a special little picture ready to post for Christmas day itself. Meanwhile, as you prepare in your various ways for ‘the big day’ (or for ‘the utter waste of time’ if you’re of the other persuasion!), I wish you a good read if you have ventured out to acquire one of these little epics, and also, of course, a couple of

Bonus Boys

to keep you amused. Happy Christmas Eve…


unshaven boy



About tonycavanagh

Born Northampton UK; school Oxford UK and Oak Ridge Tennessee, where I met my wonderful partner Dave, also from UK. Oak Ridge is our main training base for acrobatics and circus stuff, but we also established a base in Wales (UK) to serve us when we are working in Europe. Our 'story', of finding gay love, learning the acrobatics trade and then of how we got shot at during our show (and worse was to follow - just to prove that the risks of being an acrobat are not always the most obvious ones!) are now available in my three books 'Loving the Boy', 'The Power of Love' and 'Against All Odds'. Links available on most blog posts. Actually, waiting for the imminent arrival of the first printed copies was far scarier than anything we do in performance. A fourth book - not about us but exploring the sadness of a gay Native American boy denied his true identity - is currently with an agent for evaluation. watch for 'Let The Future Find Me' in due time. And now to book five... another boy, another quest... seems its always boys...
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