Many years ago I remember being cornered as an impressionable teenager by one of my mothers then freinds (a dyed-in-the-unbleached-wool, birkinstock wearing, bearded lesbian who was one of a bunch of ladies who appeared after my parents divorce in the early 70's) who drummed into me the three ummutable rules of life:
1. Never drink red wine less than three years old.
2. Never wear un-natural fibres next to your skin.
3. Never, ever, underestimate the power of women.
My mother dropped all her dodgy "wimmin" friends after an edition of 'Spare Rib' appeared with the headline "how to make your own tampons".
I have stuck religiously to 2 out of the three life rules.
