Getting off the bus my whole right breast was exposed. In brasserie of course, but nevertheless highly embarssing. Walking down 'Rape Alley' as I like to call it - the horrible, dark street behind Times Square - more than the usual number of men were leering and dribbling. This time, my Left Breast had decided to make an appearance.

It's all very well having a gorgeous wraparound top as long as your breasts can restrain themselves and stay in it (down, down I say!). However, this is obviously not the case. Damn you, breasts.

Ironically, the boys had been given a talk - something like testosterone is your gift. Use it, but do not abuse it.. Of course, since many of 'em 'abuse' themselves on a twice daily basis it's preaching to the converted. Nevertheless, I feel that we have 4, nay 5 gifts of our own that, in a similar gushy vein link us to the womb of our Mother Earth, through the lunar cycle of bleeding and fertility etc etc. What a load of tosh to tell 100 18 year old boys, that testosterone is their gift! Now all they do is strut around 'playing' with it. Euurch.

Bright side: Friday tomorrow. TGIF.