Our house was forever alive with animal instinct. We grew up surrounded by a veritable menagerie, some more memorable than others...

As soon as I turned eighteen, I walked myself down to the nearest tattoo parlour and had a small drawing of a fox printed just below my...

I went to school in the quaint time at the end of the 1960s, before political correctness and niceties about equality...

Beleagured by a myriad of food allergies and epic cookery failures in Home Economics, the author finally finds redemption in a sponge.