When the gynaecologist told me I had cancer and that I’d need at least two months off to recover from the inevitable hysterectomy, one of my reactions was relief. Two months off work! Two whole months!

After years of having to go to London, Tokyo or Singapore to buy HeatTech tops, non-trendy jeans and infinitely stretchy trousers, I can now go to the slightly less nasty part of Argyle St in central Glasgow.

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?