SPIKED!
By John McGregor
The huge mangy brute went mad as soon as it saw me, and a rabid race raged between us. But this time...
BEE CAREFUL! By John McGregor
‘That’s nice, a queue’, I thought, as another person appeared to be standing in line close behind the rather boring ex-RAF chappy I was...
TEARS FOR FEARS…By John McGregor
‘Does this mean I can go on holiday now?’ I asked the lovely little Spanish oncologist. Her name is Aranjutu or something. I call...
My London Marathon By John McGregor
‘Go on ‘Shell, you can do it gal!’. I looked round behind me, and realised with horror she was slowly gaining on me. The...
MODESTY FORBIDS… By John McGregor
To be honest, I was never a real Mod. Sure, in those crazy mid-Sixties I had the scooter, the parka, the tank aerial, tiger...
