My memoir

A shorter version of The Cost of a Boyfriend

A humorous and almost honest reality tale about being brought up in the 1960s in a household with three generations of ‘new’ men: my grandad, my uncle, my dad and my three brothers. I couldn’t help but be self-sufficient and capable and as I made my way in the outside world, I saw no reason to waste my time searching for my own man, except maybe for sex and moving heavy objects.

 
Having travelled around the world teaching, working in IT and singing in some inappropriate places, I found myself turning fifty in Manchester and seriously thinking it might now be time to find a partner to help me into, and through, my old age.

But as I felt so different could I finally be the same.