Planner Reads

Taxi receipt, looks fairly innocuous, £15 probably rounded up from £12 on a I’ll-do-you-a-receipt-then-shall-I-nudge-nudge-basis. But look, there’s some gibberish on there. Turn it over and you’re confronted with this:

Obviously this is a warning-as-advert par excellence. Presumably the best thing about having an affair is the thrill, the sheer un-wisdom of it. That once, just once, you’re prepared to give in to a libidinal urge in the face of all that accreted responsibility and prove that yeah, underneath it all you’re really young and alive after all.

So in this case a warning of the dangers, for those looking for danger is the best possible advert.

Plus ‘having an affair’ sounds just much more fun than ‘working on or ending a marriage’ doesn’t it? A Cornetto is not an alternative to a back hand slap across the face.

As the product of what was once quaintly called ‘a broken home’, now known as a normal family, GC feels somewhat conflicted about this. On the one hand I’ve got the whole libertarian argument a la Hegarty that says if they sell it, we sell it. But on the other is the straight-forward commonsensical aversion to ...