She didn’t cry, but I saw the sadness in her green eyes. The Mancunian girl looked at me and said “she’s better fucking worth it.” I agreed. “Me too...

A number. I’m drunk and stupid and all I can think about is a number. Her number. Left the party early, overwhelmed by Saint Patrick’s celebrations ...

She couldn’t begin to understand what was so different about me, what was this thing about honesty and emotional openness. “I’m naked all the time&#...

She broke my heart. I broke my bed fucking other women, trying to forget her. Couldn’t. It was her whom I was shagging. She, with a different face, smell,...

Her room was a mess. Dozens of papers, magazines and books piling up in every corner. Clothes spread all over the place, like victims of a fashion terrorist att...