If modern life consists of a series of curated experiences, going to Berlin or Saigon and having certain experiences makes you one kind of person; taking selfies next to a helicopter on the rooftop of some Dubai skyscraper makes you another.

In the liberal West, short of rape, paedophilia or bestiality, sexual behaviour is beyond judgement. What is an averagely vanilla woman then to make of Bonnie Blue?

I went on a writing retreat to work on my dystopian YA novel. I was in heaven, and I did nothing.

I love this time of year, and not because I love tinsel and roast turkey. Universities close and employees are obliged to down their tools. There’s no option to mime minimal productivity over the three days at the absolute arse-end of the year for the sake of a couple of extra days’ leave later.