Memoirs of a Houseboy Series by Gillibran Brown

Ever wondered what it must be like to be part of a ménage à trois, a gay ménage à trois? Then wonder no more, because that’s just what my book is all about. It contains snippets, snatches and stories about everyday life with my Daddies, Dick and Shane. I love them both dearly, despite their overbearing ways, or perhaps even because of them... moreEver wondered what it must be like to be part of a ménage à trois, a gay ménage à trois? Then wonder no more, because that’s just what my book is all about. It contains snippets, snatches and stories about everyday life with my Daddies, Dick and Shane. I love them both dearly, despite their overbearing ways, or perhaps even because of them. The book takes its starting point and content from the personal web diary I began to write in September 2006, when boredom lay heavy upon me and I was alone on account of my boyfriends being away together on holiday. If you think this houseboy’s life might interest you, then welcome, step over the threshold, but wipe your feet first, as I’ve just polished the parquet. Warning: Adult Content. less

Another serving of houseboy witterings from Gillibran Brown. Snakes and Ratters is a tasty new tale sandwiched between two other light bites about life with Dick and Shane.

The houseboy is back... Gillibran Brown returns with more day to day tales about life and love. Being a houseboy to two demanding men is no easy task. There’s more to it than first meets the eye. Gilli has to be all things from chief cook and bottle washer to cleaner and gardener. When he’s good he’s very very good and when he’s bad…he gets his comeuppance... moreThe houseboy is back... Gillibran Brown returns with more day to day tales about life and love. Being a houseboy to two demanding men is no easy task. There’s more to it than first meets the eye. Gilli has to be all things from chief cook and bottle washer to cleaner and gardener. When he’s good he’s very very good and when he’s bad…he gets his comeuppance. You’re once again invited to step inside this houseboy’s world to spend a year in the company of Gilli and his beloved dictators, Dick and Shane less

If Achilles, ancient hero of the Trojan War, had worn proper footwear then Gillibran Brown, modern hero of the Domestic Empire, would get into a lot less trouble, or so he believes. A kiss heralds the arrival of a most unwelcome and troublesome visitor who throws the eponymous houseboy out of kilter with life and his beloved dictators, Dick and Shane. Achilles and the Houseboy is the third book in the Memoirs of a Houseboy series.

‘Fasten your seatbelts for another round of domestic adventures with houseboy Gillibran Brown. In his own words: ‘think of me as a gay male version of Flora Thompson writing not so much about Larkrise to Candleford as Arsehole to Breakfast Time. The BBC will never commission it as a series, but there you go, it’s their loss.’ Gilli walks, talks and quips us through another year with his beloved dictators Dick and Shane.

Christmas at Leo’s does exactly what it says on the cover, it tells the tale of Christmas at Leo’s. I wasn’t looking forward to spending Christmas as part of a house party at Leo’s place to begin with. The booze ban by my boyfriends had taken the lustre right off the party season for me. What’s Christmas without a flagon of ale or a classy glass of fancy fizz? Boring! A visit to my mother, on the day before Christmas Eve, did nothing to lift my mood... moreChristmas at Leo’s does exactly what it says on the cover, it tells the tale of Christmas at Leo’s. I wasn’t looking forward to spending Christmas as part of a house party at Leo’s place to begin with. The booze ban by my boyfriends had taken the lustre right off the party season for me. What’s Christmas without a flagon of ale or a classy glass of fancy fizz? Boring! A visit to my mother, on the day before Christmas Eve, did nothing to lift my mood. It triggered a welter of memories and emotions that made Christmas seem even less appealing. Stuff the season of goodwill. I just wanted to be left alone to brood. I wasn’t given the choice. I was spending Christmas at Leo’s whether I liked it or not. It proved to be eventful in its own way. Details within. Gillibran Brown less

Here it is at long last, Revs - book six in the ‘Memoirs of a Houseboy’ series.And they say miracles don’t happen. Ha!Revs isn’t about revelations in a grand sense, so don’t build your hopes up. There’s nothing biblical. I’m not a long-lost prince. I don’t have connections to mafia-style villains. There is no finding of ancient treasure or uncovering of plots to kill royalty and take over the world. My revelations are small fry... moreHere it is at long last, Revs - book six in the ‘Memoirs of a Houseboy’ series.And they say miracles don’t happen. Ha!Revs isn’t about revelations in a grand sense, so don’t build your hopes up. There’s nothing biblical. I’m not a long-lost prince. I don’t have connections to mafia-style villains. There is no finding of ancient treasure or uncovering of plots to kill royalty and take over the world. My revelations are small fry. Basically, it’s just stuff, stuff about me and about other people too, though mainly about me, because I am that egotist, possibly even a narcissist, but nice with it. I wouldn’t personally harm a fly, not unless it harmed me first and even then I’d yell for one of the men folk to do it.Anyway. It’s stuff that happened ages back, stuff I couldn’t write about at the time for one reason or another: I was too close, too raw, too emotional and maybe just not mature enough.Read on, and if you don’t like it, then you’ve lost nothing but a few quid and a small portion of time. less