My ‘Lost’ 24 Hours


This post is a day later than I intended. Yesterday was spent choking, heaving my lungs up, coughing, raging throat, blocked sinuses and dripping nose, not least to say feeling bl**dy awful and hiding in bed.

Dave threatened to go sleep in the cabin, but relented, perhaps (I like to think!) even slightly alarmed at my alternating between freezing cold and boiling hot… and today, thank goodness, it is almost over.

The moral of this story is “don’t work with children or animals”… or at least, not with sicky young gymnasts who fall ill but still come to gym and then splutter all over the coach… two days earlier!

At one point (I like to think to cheer me up, but you can never be sure) my son and his mum tried to corner me in our lounge and seal me into a huge plastic bag. ‘First rule of epidemics is to isolate the source of the infection’ announced Clare breezily…

…anyway, it gave me time to select some more (cheerful) pictures with which to try and keep your attention. We’ll focus onbacks, that part of the physique oft-neglected by photographers: the first two probably define “definition”!




The younger generation:




Two for the price of one:




Lovely use of light next:


…and then, the near-perfect pose in the gym:


Still working on it (and shoulders/arms, obviously):


I’ve noticed from internet postings an increasing trend for guys to train (and swim etc) in public places in just underpants – especially boys from Russia/Ukraine. At first, I thought maybe they couldn’t afford swimwear but, in 2015, that’s unlikely. I see it a lot now on pictures from beaches in (for example) The Netherlands as well. We wouldn’t permit that in open gymnastics training sessions – they have to discard all normal clothing and wear appropriate shorts. Of course, what we do in private sessions is another matter…


Back in the great outdoors:


And finally, a bit more ‘showing off’…


Well, there were more ‘back’ pictures in the queue than I remembered, so we’ll save the next category for  time. And, as I reach for another tissue, just time to remind you where you can find a good read – about us. Bye! (sniffle)

Loving the Boy: ISBN 978-1-907732-30-0

The Power of Love: ISBN 978-1-907732-41-6

Against All Odds: ISBN 978-1-908645-35-7

Note for new readers: links to the books in post prior to September 2014 no longer work, thanks to the publisher changing their website. Thanks for your patience in tracking down these excellent items…


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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