Amazing, innit, how everything turns to sex (or Hitler) in the end. As co-Messiah, I hereby decree that there shall be a complete moratorium on sex talk, starting in three months' time. That should just about allow sufficient time for everyone to talk sex to their hearts' content and for the nubile midriff season in Bude to finalise. Given a good summer, those trim girlie tums should be a lovely colour by September. Mmmm. Mysogyny rules! Commandments to come...