Sharon
The farcical world of the Sharon’s Ex-Boyfriends Club
Sharon told me once that the best sex she’d ever had was with Tom in the town public conveniences, bathed…
In my opinion, Death Corner was a very safe place to stand
Watching the daily running of the bulls through Pamplona’s narrow streets online this week has given me a wistful pang…
Call myself a Low life? You lot put me to shame
The entries are crawling in on their hands and knees for the ‘drunkest I’ve ever been’ competition to win a…
The karmic rewards of becoming a vegetarian
‘Is that you, Sister?’ It was Tom misdialling again with those thick, stubby fingers of his. ‘No, it’s me: Jerry,’…
Sharon took to the madness of Pamplona like a duck to water
Then there was the time I took Sharon to the Pamplona bull run. She looked very fetching in the traditional…
My love for Sharon was like a mental illness
As Sharon stooped to pour boiling water from the kettle into two mugs, I studied her back and wondered what,…
Sharon's back, altered in mind as well as body
Sharon’s back. As soon as I heard, I went straight round to the house and let myself in. She was…
