Frustrations (Assorted)

Hi Dave… one for you…


So here we are in Oxford. Me, son Leo, Dave’s daughter Jaymee and Leo’s best friend Chris. And already everyone’s a bit frustrated. Take your pick:

I’m hiding away catching up on long-awaited e-mails and this blog, after talking to my mother nearly non-stop for four hours and answering silly questions (But why isn’t David here? Are you sure everything’s all right between you?’ ‘Mum, he’s working, in the circus, like we all do. He had to stay to have enough people in the act, and it he hadn’t done that he’d have to be covering at the gymnastics center, OK?’)

Leo and Chris are frustrated because the friends they’ve come to see are still in school whilst they’ve been on vacation for nearly six weeks! At least that sorts their evenings, and my friend Colin (father of one of the local fitness kids) and his wife are being great!

Jaymee is frustrated because she’s stuck here with only Colin’s daughter for companionship (and she’s in school too)… and also because the visit to her grandparents in Cumbria isn’t coming up for a few days yet.

I’m frustrated too because our place in Wales is occupied by holidaymakers and so we can’t go there yet (a free ten-day window is available soon, thank goodness). But the equipment we need to keep up our training (especially the kids’ acrobatics) is locked in the barn there…

My Dad is hideously frustrated because the shower booster pump died and he’s been struggling to fit a new one, with a constant leak under the bath (so much for being a physicist!).

And we’re ALL frustrated because the bubble wrap the pump arrived in is the NEW SORT YOU CAN’T BURST THE BUBBLES IN – they’re all interconnected somehow and the plastic seems thicker too!!

This is the biggest frustration of them all, which says an awful lot about us, really…

The remedy – at least for me, is Dad’s whisky which he’s just offered after emerging from the airing cupboard with a spanner…


I always knew we were a bit strange! OK. Now, for the adult and gay-friendly readers who recently helped us to pass the one million hits mark, here come the pictures! No frustration here….. no wait, what about this?



OK, enough! Enough! Get on with the real pictures, Tone… something to aim for…



ALBUM 1 (1819)




tough two

triceps stretch




By the way, some books you could consider purchasing to support the blog… e-version available too:

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

SO: keep up the fitness, and don’t get frustrated if the gains are slower to come than you would like.

Just remember, you’ve got to keep…


Got it?!

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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