I Can’t Satisfy My Husband

_____________________________________ _____________________________________ I am a 38 year old woman who has been happily married for 12 years. I have done everything for, to, with, against, inside, outside and in view of my husband in the bedroom to try and satisfy his ever changing sexual demands, but it never seems to be enough. Now I find out that for the last 3 months he has been seeing a prostitute once, sometimes

How Can I Be Original?

Or, when you are surrounded by the chorus of noisy bastards filling the world with their waffle, how do you make yourself stand out? Most people have a story. A story to tell, an idea for a story. That’s my experience anyhow. If you accept that all you need to know to start writing is how to put pen to paper (or how to press keys) then the often next

Hey batta batta batta SWING batta!

Two things I realised as I started keyboard-jabbing this mother: 1) The name John Hughes probably didn’t mean a lot to everyone, 2) I’m not sure that John Hughes meant a lot to me. Nonetheless on seeing the news he had died, displayed on a small square of BBC floating above my muesli this morning, I felt a bit sad. I’m not sure why. He was only 59, maybe that’s

James May’s Masterplan

At the weekend me and some other bipeds trundled over the border into Surrey. There is there a groove in the isle of Britainland which is filled with grapes. All very interesting in itself (the soil there is similar to that of an area in France apparently, some hotshot vineyard that I can’t remember the name of. Nickipedia could answer the question but he isn’t here right now. Anyway, this