As Woody Allen said ‘being bisexual doubles your chances for saturday night’ and he was absolutely correct.  More and more people are experimenting and being bi-curious is becoming a more common path for many , especially women.  This is why we have also launched a bisexual dating site called www.bisexualdesires.com to give a nice quality resource to that market.  I remember that after a recent LL burlesque evening several of our ladies got very ‘fruity’ and this gave me the idea for expanding into that marketplace.  So why not check out that site and also have a look at the facebook page we have put up for our other niche dating site  http://www.facebook.com/abundantlovebbwdates  which is for bbw dating – there are some very horny larger women out there who can show you some very special things.

What a week!!  Return of the ‘sperminator’  ‘Fred the bed’ ‘Chaud lapin’  where will it end???  Its as if every public figure was rapidly turning into a ‘pubic’ figure as we see the great and the good parading thru the media like satyrs on viagra.   Arnie at least gets brownie points for actually financially supporting his housemaid (I keep thinking biblical handmaiden) although I don’t congratulate him on his taste.  She at least got her eggs genetically upgraded from the encounter.

Fred the shredded bed got my attention.  He always looked the sort.  His demeanour is one I often see when i meet private clients who head up large corporations.  there is a naughty invincibilty about them, a smile that gets their secretary’s juices flowing – a charisma of easy (and maybe unearned) power.  Fred had it all in spades.  I would have mentioned my thoughts at the time of the RBS collapse but I am wary of litigious personalities.  Now it is all over the media I am free to report the gossip.   Hopefully his paramour is more bedworthy to look at than Chris Huhne’s bit on the side.  Judging from the pic of her in the Daily Mail Carina (for that is apparently her name) doesnt look much of a ‘head turner’ but then the Mail is not going to sprinkle ‘magic lens dust’ on a woman who has strayed to the darkside.  Heavens!  Looking as she does on page 5 I would be hard pressed to take her into our private service. 

The other evening I was broadcasting on BBC World Service (World have your say) talking about the Arnie case.  Was Shriver right to leave as if Ms Shriver’s Millionaire decisions can really impact a housewife in Nairobi.  It was a fascinating programme – it always is, the WHYS team are brilliant.  Do download the podcast and enjoy.

Tonight is the Erotic Awards evening where I am up as a finalist in the Pioneer of the year category.  My fingers are crossed.

Dominique Strauss-Kahn (aka DSK) the head of the IMF joins our randy hall of fame. His reputation as a womaniser became tarnished however when he apparently forced his attentions on a chambermaid at a New York hotel.  Even more damning was the comment that ‘He’s rude and doesn’t tip well’.  On the other hand he has good literary credentials having had a book by Yasmina Reza apparently dedicated to him as ‘a lover’.

Chris Hune however, joins our adulterers hall of shame for his ungentelmanly conduct in regard to an alleged driving offence where it seems, according to the press, he asked his estranged wife to carry the can for his speeeding.  This was at a time when he was shagging the bi-sexual Ms Trimingham.  He also gets bad marks for portraying himself as ‘a fine family man’ on his election literature last year – I dislike hypocrisy ;_(

Looking forward to this friday evening when I am up for an ‘erotic award’ at the Night of the Senses event in London as ‘Pioneer of the Year’ .  I’ll let you know how it goes.

I am sitting here blogging, looking out over the Baltic from my bolthole in Scandinavia.  It is a lovely morning and pretty Swedish women come and go in my seaside coffee shop.  I look out at the archipelago – little islands peppered with summer houses and I think about Ingmar Bergman and how he understood the psyche of the Scandinavian sexual mind.

His wonderful comedy about infidelity – Smiles of a Summer Night (1955) has just been released as a Blu-Ray (I have a copy of the original DVD) .

The year is 1901. Desirée Armfeldt, an actress once involved with lawyer Fredrik Egerman, is having an affair with Count Malcolm, husband of Charlotte. Egerman has married the much younger Anne, still a virgin, who is intrigued by Egerman’s scholarly son, Henrik. When Desirée comes to town for a play, complications arise, not least when the principals assemble at the estate of Desirée’s mother, a former courtesan.

The degree to which these people overthink their lives is reflected in the carefree way Petra, Anne’s maid, teases Henrik and takes up with Frid, a groom working at the estate. And the antics of the Egermans and the Malcolms are placed in perspective by the elder Armfeldt, a world-weary but worldly wise soul who tells her daughter that she should have seen the way things worked in the old days.

Asked whether she might write her memoirs, the mother replies that she “got this mansion for promising not to write my memoirs.” But she has clearly been reading Oscar Wilde, since Bergman invests so much of what she says with a Wildean outrageousness. “If people only knew how unhealthy it is to listen to what people say, they never would,” she opines to her daughter, “and then they would feel so much better.”

I return to my coffee and morning bun and reflect on the coming of midsummer and the pretty Swedish women all around me.