Mrs Lobster and I were in a bit of a fix the other night. We were driving back from an afternoon in Brighton, when a few warning lights lit up on the car dashboard and some of the meters started going nuts. Mrs L looked in the car manual that was still in its dedicated ...
One sign of my incipient ageing is that I have begun to take notice of adverts telling me I could save a huge amount on my car insurance. I’d like to be clear that I certainly don’t like the adverts themselves: these are all psychotically, bluebottle-at-a-window annoying, and may yet be the cause of a ...
So, we’re having this baby. It’s due in a few weeks and we’re trying to get organized with all...
I recently heard about what is claimed to be the rising phenomenon of Japanese men remaining virgins for longer...
Ladders. Patriarchal conspiracy. I’ll explain… This week I climbed a ladder. I was trying to reach a loft space,...
Dear Madame X, My boyfriend needs to look at porn while we have sex. It bothers me because I...
Mrs. Dalloway is yet another feminist classic that I had to grow into. Wrapped up in Woolf’s instantly recognizable...
Last week saw a Big Thing come to our soggy little island. Well, it was a Big Thing for...
Last weekend I was entertaining a guest, you know, the sort I was planning to have lots and lots...
All little girls want to be princesses… right?! It’s bad enough that toy aisles are separated out by what...
