Jolyon K Jolyon was
born in Bulawayo and educated in Edinburgh public library. At 19 he
entered the family business and like his father and grandfather
before him combined the calling of professional gigolo with the
life of an itinerant Anglican curate.
The direction of his
life was altered forever by the Vietnam War. While demonstrating
outside the American Embassy in Paris he glimpsed, for the first
time, the tragically beautiful French marine biologist who was
destined to play such a profound part in his life when, a few
seconds later, she reversed her 2CV and permanently severed his
left leg below the knee. Apart from a brief court appearance they
were fated never to meet again. Within weeks she entered a nunnery
while he became a Chartered Accountant.
Jolyon lives quietly
in a working windmill in South Devon. He spends his days
specialising in personal tax, writing, indulging his Trumpton
fantasies, and practising that thing where you lie with your head
clamped between your lover's thighs while wiggling your tongue
around and getting friction burns on your ears, until she cries out
"Oh God, Jolyon. Oh my God. YES!", and hauls you up the bed by the
hair while demanding to be taken: NOW!
A frequent visitor to
New England, Jolyon is an honorary member of the Cait's Coven
Police Department choir.
1. Do-it-Yourself
