Women are badly designed. Not only is our most intimate pleasure point situated close to our waste removal zone, our intimate docking station has few defences from nasty invaders. I don’t mean marauding Vikings, I mean irritants. Let me explain before you lose the plot completely.
CREATIVE JUICES
February 22nd, 2011
Just as artists find it difficult to paint until slapped on the arse by their muse, so we writers find it notoriously difficult to put pen to paper at the best of times. Today is the worst of times. Not only did my heating engineers arrive an hour earlier than expected to fit my new boiler (before I had my mascara on!) but having assessed the extent of the job they announced it will take them all week. The doors are wide open letting the freezing February wind in. I have someone drilling through an outside wall to replace an ‘illegal’ flue. And another man is on all fours under my desk, fitting a thermostat to my radiator (only the first part of which I am comfortable with).
LOVE IS A DRUG
January 28th, 2011
Today’s column is dedicated to lovers in long term relationships, since those of you who are ‘crazy in love’ need no such help (that’s not to say you are not crazy). When the heady hit of being ‘in love’ has waned, how can we still experience that emotional/chemical high? By helping our own body chemistry. While reading my tips for Valentine’s Day, note that many traditional romantic activities work on us in subtle chemical ways:
