Eyes wired open
I have a fractious relationship with the dark hours; we fall in and out of love.
Nikki Gemmell
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The last taboo
Is this the last frontier of sexual honesty? Men who don’t have sex. I know they’re out there. But are they talking about it?
Losing face
IT’S probably the angle. It couldn’t be that bad. But there’s a faint whiff of Bride of Wildenstein about it.
A grand gesture
THE elderly couple look like they’re ready for the six o’clock Chinese meal at the RSL.
There’s a place for us
HENRY James called it “a great good place” – a special place of calm and retreat that’s just for you, no one else.
The final curtain
MY grandmother died recently. She was 101, and she’d started sleeping a lot; a sign, I’ve learnt, that the end is near.
Nothing compares
POOR old Sinead O’Connor recently blogged that she’s desperate for a man – and, more specifically, sex.
Cool to be kind
IT’S such a meek little word. Not very fashionable. In some quarters it implies spinelessness, a lapdog-willingness to please.
You go, girls
THERE are many beautiful young girls around me at the moment – babysitters, daughters of friends, my own daughter.
An uplifting download
I have seen the future and it is glorious. It’s called “The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr Morris Lessmore.”
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