The allegedly 'classy' magazines often seem to be in an endless, undeclared competition to see who can climb furthest up the fundament of Gwyneth Paltrow or Jennifer Lopez.

Covering up, so far as I can see, is often the accompaniment to far more truly shameful behaviour than stripping off.

Is the raggle-taggle Brangelina tribe any more bogus than that of the landlocked yummy mummy who believes that she can drop half a dozen brats and still keep a modest carbon footprint? I don't think so.

People - and I include myself - get fat because they choose pleasure over self-denial.

When the sex war is won prostitutes should be shot as collaborators for their terrible betrayal of all women.

Make no mistake, most women are well aware that they've never had it so good; when they enter a spa or salon, it is purely a hair/nails thing, a prelude to an evening of guilt-free fun.

A wedding is a funeral which masquerades as a feast. And the greater the pageantry, the deeper the savagery.