Martyn Chapman

Sssssh! Only dare to whisper it . . . The other gender’s most tantalising secret revealed. What really happens when a group of men go away for a lads’ weekend? The bride has almost total control over her wedding; the venue, the food, the guest list, even the groom’s Superman themed underwear. Yet she has no influence over the potentially most destructive item on the agenda: the stag night of her beloved. It seems ironic that as the delirious couple make their vows of eternal

Ms Joyce Freeman was a morose, grey-haired lady, whose wiry body was draped in straggly black wool. She had the kind of face that even a rescue dog couldn’t love. When Adam was ushered in silence towards a plastic black chair, he quickly felt optimistic. There was already a sense that his marriage was being administered the Last Rites. As the Counsellor formally introduced herself, Adam’s thoughts were swept back to his wedding day. He remembered his lavish grey suit, his fos

In a desperate effort to try and unhinge his wife and instigate divorce proceedings, Adam decided to feign a midlife crisis. He had always suspected that Mandy was attracted to his youthful, guileless mannerisms and toy-boy status, so he began to deliberately distort this perception by acquiring a second-hand racing bike, a khaki cap and squeezing his body inside multi-coloured lycra. To enhance his new persona, he also began to wear a single earring. However, giving in to hi