Gili Gulu

All you can eat Sushi for £15. All you can have conversation. Priceless. Gili Gulu is the sort of restaurant that isn't that hot on service, isn't that hot on variety, but is filling and rather spacious. And let's not forget the reasonable price for sushi which can be so expensive otherwise.

Yes, another slag meeting with Desdemona and myself. It's always fun. We can talk about sex the way others talk about the weather, or what happened to Lindsay Lohan last week at X Awards. She never looks bad. How do people manage it in the winter? I'll never know.

Having a cock up your bottom makes you feel like going for a poo. Apparently. The fingers up my own bottom make me want to piss however. Either way, shoving objects up that particular orifice messes with your bowels. And, the revelation that women don't have a prostate gland begs the question:

why, when women get no pleasure from it, do they have anal sex?

Desdemona further divulged that she had yet to have a penetrative orgasm. AH! I couldn't believe it. That such a sexual goddess could spend life still searching for that G-spot! I asked whether she'd prodded around in pursuit of it, to which she replied in the affirmative.

Where on earth has her g spot gone? Do other women have similar problems. Is there any point fucking if it never makes you cum? Is the clit as far as men need go?

On the subject of fucking, M and I.

I've been trying to rape M over the phone (though, am almost near the end of trying, very near). And M is due to come down to London for a stint of Christmas shopping. Image: The two of us hauling bin liners filled with goods down oxford street during rush hour. Ecstatic! See the things I do for M. Anyways, more to the point, M doesn't like to wear clothes inn bed. M will be sleeping in my bed as I spread myself over the floor.

Is provocation a defence to rape?