A spot of Googling that followed the watching of the 1972 Sleuth, which is probably one of the best movies I ever watched, led me to what is probably one of the worst things I ever read: Fancy a bit of rough? on The Times.

Talking to a friend recently, I realised that for the past decade – I’m now 30 – I have only dated former public-school boys. I don’t know how this happened (I went to both private and state schools), but most of all, I don’t know how I have tolerated the bedroom tedium that has come with it.

I’m going to assume she was being ironic.

On a similar note, must do something about the recent surge of Anglophileness.