I think that Terry Wogan, UK broadcaster, invented that word, or maybe it’s Irish because he is. It’s a good word though, and we are completely…it. Banjaxed. My now twelve-year-old son led our training and workout today, and we’re totally ‘ruined’! He must get it from his mother – he’s got far more stamina in him than I ever did at that age. And Dave, fearful that we would have to repeat the whole thing in four days for Jaymee, who is equally sporty, realised that actually she’ll be on a plane back to the USA on Sunday, so we included her 12yo celebrations this morning too.

Yep, school beckons, and the girls (their mothers) are headed back to USA at the end of the week, but Dave and I will stay on a while. We’ve some visits to UK gymnastic and acrobatic clubs to make, to see if we could find work as coaches when we’re over here in UK. We’ll see if they accept our credentials!

Cover1 ThumbCover2 ThumbBut anyway – HAPPY NEW YEAR. 2014. Strewth. I’m older than I thought. Can it really be twelve years since those kids were born? Looking back over the books, seems like only yesterday… their tale is really told in the first two: the third is much more about us… and the things which went spectacularly wrong…Cover 3 ThumbAnyway, enough of that. Time to relax and recover from the morning – or, perhaps in other cases, the night before, if you had some sort of New Year celebration. I confess we were all in bed well before 12, listening to the rain hammering on the roof and the wind whistling around the house here in the Cambrian Mountains.

The usual relaxation follows!


Not sure why they need two bases for one balancer there, but they’re doing what we love to do. And this next guy is clearly following a good programme in the gym:


Just looking good at the beach:


We chickened out of sea bathing so far – currents and wild waves too strong. But we did get into the river here this morning – bloody cold, but we just tried to imagine the sun on our backs:


Thinking about the summer (this is Shannon Boh, by the way, an Aussie guy with a huge web presence)…


Imagine.. those games in the sun by the sea…


But, right now, after this morning’s exertions and a hearty ‘double birthday’ roast pork dinner (local pig!) created by Clare, I feel I couldn’t do this any more to save my life…


Nor this – everything aches enough already…


Right now I can only think of this…


Happily, Dave doesn’t have a moustache like that guy. In fact we’re both ‘beardophobes’ (I know there’s a proper word, but my brain died today as well).

Tonight we just want to be together:


…in fact, I feel TV and whisky coming on, once we’ve attacked the mountain of washing up. Clare says ‘I cooked it, you ate it…’ and I guess she has a point, but we’re gonna flush out Leo and Ollie from their room to join Jaymee in drying. Unbelievably, Leo and Ollie STILL have energy…


Gosh, it makes Dave and I feel so OLD…

Whatever your ambitions for 2014, I hope that you realise them. Enjoy the company and support of your mates (and those you love)… tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life…


Make no mistake: 2014 is the year YOU are going to achieve

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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