Abbie Fenton wants a baby. Her husband Felix, not unaware of the thunderous ticking of Abbie's biological clock, wants to oblige but their home has still to be blessed. Cue the usual round of doctors, tests, probes and scans - all to no avail. So Abbie - adopted at birth - decides that if she ca...
I carry up to 2.5 tonnes of an oil-like balm in my huge, coffin-shaped head. I have a brain the size of a basketball, and on that basis alone am entitled to my opinions. I am a sperm whale. When I breathe in, the fluid in my head cools to a dense wax and I nosedive into the depths. My song, avail...
You must all be mad. Three utterances you issued all at once, each as null and empty as the next. What meaning they have must escape the man whose mouth moves ahead of his mind. Firstly, you feel you have found me in thi...