In Barcelona, Things Seem So Different. For

Covering Up, So Far As I Can See, Is Often The Accompaniment To Far More Truly Shameful Behaviour Than Stripping Off.

These Women Whose Antics We Smirk At Good-naturedly In The Pap-traps Put Themselves Out There At Least Partly On Their Beauty; They Are In Showbiz, And Showing What They've Got Is Part Of Their Business As Much As It Is For Male Show-ponies From The Chippendales To George Clooney.

Now The Whole Dizzying And Delirious Range Of Sexual Possibilities Has Been Boiled Down To That One Big, Boring, Bulimic Word. Relationship.

The Terrorist Attacks Were A Tragedy For The People Who Died Or Were Injured, And For Their Families And Friends. For The Rest Of Us, They Were A Wake-up Call As To What Type Of Lunatics We Are Dealing With. And Sleepwalking Our Way Back Into Ill-sorted, Dewy-eyed People Personal Politics Is The Last Thing We Need To Set Us Up For The Fight Ahead. Come On You Liberals, Don't Give Me The Morbid Pleasure Of Saying, 'i Told You So' Again.

Having 'best Friends' Is - At Least For Me - As Outdated And Small-minded A Concept As The Idea Of 'sunday Best Clothes.'