in Tokyo as a croupier. She says: People say that I must have been a looker when I was younger and that hurts, because its like writing me off, as if my time has gone. When I remark that it sounds rather risky, he assures me 'that's all exaggerated to stop people like me'. She says: I like looking nice and its a part of who. I myself would find it rather lonely to go to bed with somebody who hasnt heard of Cliff Michelmore but there you are; it doesnt seem to bother them.
They all look as if they could be Britney Spears' chavvier brothers and that every meal they eat comes from a takeaway chicken bucket. A woman in my latest novel, who is 64 like me, observes how long it takes to assemble herself for public scrutiny but how quickly a gust of wind can reduce her from smart businesswoman to bedraggled crone. We have become used to the notion of WAGs and gold-digging floozies who latch onto rich male prey, but what sort of man targets wealthy women to fund his lifestyle? So is it any wonder that now they are reaching their 70s, sex is still important, however much that might make the younger generations squirm? Get out and socialise and be opportunistic.