Doctor, do you understand what I was up against ? My wang was all I really had that I could call my own ...
The frank revelations of his shame and humiliation told by Alexander Portnoy — a sexually-obsessed,
mother-fixated bachelor — told to his psychoanalyst, Dr Spielvogel, leave no stone unturned ...
This week's book is Portnoy's Complaint by Philip Roth and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.