Surely Being A Professional Beauty - Let

Show Me A Frigid Woman And, Nine Times Out Of Ten, I'll Show You A Little Man.

In My Third Husband I Had Discovered A Blissfully Laid-back Type Who Thought It Nothing Less Than Hilarious When I Misread The Map On The Way To Wales, So It Took Us An Extra Three Hours, Or When I Was Sick In A Plastic Carrier Bag During Much Of The Drive Back From Devon - A Bag That Turned Out To Have A Hole In It.

As A Precocious Teen I Dreamed Of Being Graham Greene. Well, As It Turned Out, I Never Wrote A Great Novel, Sadly, And I Never Converted To Catholicism, Happily, But I Did Do One Thing He Did. That Is, In Middle Age I Moved To A Seaside Town And Got Into A Right Barney With The Local Powers-that-be.

It Shouldn't Come As Any Surprise That Those Who Choose Acting As A Profession Are Phonies Who Live In A Fantasy World. What Is Surprising Is How Many Of Them Are Blissfully Unaware Of It.

What Men Don't Want, In Fact What Anyone Who's Any Sort Of Thrill-seeking, Intelligent Adult Doesn't Want, Is Some Crushing Bore Describing Their Emotions In Real Time Every Waking Hour.