Tube tales

It has been a fun-filled few days at Laura's. Off to the theatre last night to see "The Man of Mode" at the National, with my friend Elinor. Elinor surprised me by not falling asleep during this particular production, but I have high hopes for the next thing that we see together. I enjoyed the evening; it wasn't a play with which I was familiar, but there were a few nicely-staged bits and bobs. Hmm, not sure I'm going to get any awards for theatre criticism.

Today I went for lunch with Katy Who Smells of Wee. On my way there, I was standing on the tube and overheard three girls talking. Now, I know I'm getting older, and am generally out of touch with teenagers, but I would swear these girls were only about 14. I suppose, at a real push they could have been 16. But I doubt it. Anyway, these attractive and stylishly-dressed girls (who weren't chav - just normal, fairly middle-class sounding kids) were having the most sexually frank discussion I think I've ever heard. All of them were talking about their boyfriends, and the various sexual positions they prefer. And - as girls do - (sorry guys) taking the piss out of the guys' sexual techniques (including one of their boyfriends who apparently tucks his genatalia between his legs and says, "Hey, I'm a girl". As I say, I'm out of touch with teenagers today, but I would consider questioning if this is entirely normal...).

I couldn't help thinking that this situation was most men's sexual fantasy - eavesdropping on three very attractive, very young girls talking about sex. One of the girls even admitted to being a virgin. And they were on the tube. Now, I'm not a 53 year-old male pervert, but if I was (and I'm not, just to reiterate), then I'm thinking there could be a porn film in this.

Yesterday's top Google search leading to the Plog: "Teri Hatcher taking it up the arse". Obviously.