Commonplaces

The first consequence of the admonition (see page 34 quickly!) from the Persons of Wembley, that it is objectionable to seek to entertain or amuse you, is that I have spent 45 minutes of a bright Boxing‐Day morning wondering how the hell to begin this column. Then I reflect that the only effective cure for women's libbery is a happy sex‐life, and I raise a glass to the abolition of earnestness, to the defenestration of unisexuality, and to the abomination of wopersons in 1983. ‘Sexism’‐blathering dotties steer well clear of me this unfolding year!