This evening, driving home in the Spring sunshine from a seminar at the Laboratory of Molecular Biology I had the rare pleasure of leaning out of the window of the car and shouting “Awight, gorgeous?” at an attractive young woman and having her respond by waving at me and smiling.

She was, of course, someone I know (not in a Biblical way, mind). She txted me later to say that she had been primed to reply with serious verbal abuse until she saw who it was. The males watching the scene from the Mill Road, looking at me, and thinking “wanker” were just dressing on the sandwich of every Guardian-reading man’s politically incorrect fantasy.