The FWB was muttering over her my laptop this afternoon when the words “Legolas girl” emerged coherently. This was, she said, the teenage female equivalent of being called Nathan Barley. I said no one could possibly call themselves that. I was wrong.
So when the subject of naked sushi girls came up at supper, and I said there was something about them in the Mail about it today, my wife, reacting to the words Daily Mail so soon after a woman had been mentioned, cried “Melanie Phillips? I can’t believe it!”
[self-refuting prophecy deleted on grounds of taste]