I can't say I have been losing sleep over this, but it's a relief to know that scientists have solved the age-old mystery of why the human male is monogamous. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I'm not complaining, you understand. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . In the 1980s, after a trip to Bangladesh, I ended up having a series of tests at the Hospital for Tropical Diseases in London. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . No tolerance for dissidents. On Thursday evening, as I arrived at a film premiere in Mayfair, someone thrust a leaflet into my hand. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Some people are never satisfied . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
It cannot be long before a men's magazine sends someone to interview Professor John Bayley, widower of the novelist Iris Murdoch, on his new role as a babe magnet. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Up and down the country, cows, pigs and sheep with the equivalent of a heavy cold, and others without symptoms that have been in contact with the affected animals, are being slaughtered and burned on ghastly funeral pyres. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . To give unwanted children a good home, obviously. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . When the great and the good suddenly speak with one voice, I am immediately suspicious. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Twenty years ago, before they came to stand for a terrifying virus, the letters AID meant artificial insemination by donor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .