The image of Casanova supposedly sliding fifty raw oysters down his throat for breakfast probably started it. I remember reading about it as a teenager and lingering over the description far longer than I should have. Wh...
I know you shouldn’t gossip about dates that go wrong but I can’t resist telling you about a funny thing that happened to me this week.
I was invited out by a rather handsome man in his 40s who was a big fan of Lond...
