Well, well, well.
Is there something in the water? Something in the air?
Women, dear readers, are behaving badly.
Just look at that Darcey Bussell on Strictly Come Dancing.
Who’d have thought a Prima ballerina from The Royal Ballet who for years lived in a world of rigid discipline, devotion to her craft, with her hair pulled back in a vicious bun and tortured her feet would morph from this
a woman with a sexy growly purr, flirting and drooling over the, ‘Wonderful leg muscles, yah!’ of Lewis Smith.
Yes, the man has amazing, er, leg muscles, Darcey.
Darcey recently confessed that the show had brought out ‘Her naughty side.’
And she’s not alone. There’s a global tsunami of women in their middle years discovering that age does not hold them back from being naughty. We’re a new breed – setting up businesses, self-publishing romance novels (shameless plug) taking up white water rafting, going on girlie weekends to the Bellagio in Vegas getting up to all sorts of naughty things (probably a tattoo – I’m looking at you, Mags, btw – good job your H doesn’t read this blog.) Check out your nearest Agent Provocateur store on a quiet afternoon if you don’t believe me; it’s filled to the brim with ladies of a certain age trying on corsets and talking about rampant rabbits and love eggs (you don’t want to know, guys, trust me.) We’re drooling over Joe Manganiello the werewolf in True Blood and enjoying our empty nests.
Most commenters are putting it down to THAT BOOK, which has become a bit of a clichè and seems to be responsible for everything from global warming to the trend of men in tight black leather trousers showing off their considerable, er … assets.
And look at that Hilary Boyd’s Thursday’s In The Park the tale of a sixty plus granny who encounters the man of her dreams in the park while she’s looking after her grandchildren. The runaway best seller of what The Times in London said, ‘Move over Mummy porn, it’s time for Granny lit.’ Isn’t it just fabulous? Go Hilary, I say!
But I don’t believe all this naughtyness begins in middle age. Nope. I believe it begins a lot earlier in life and just to prove it I give you one Naomi Wainwright in the Hamley’s toy store in London, messing about with Lego statues of the Royal Wedding. Naomi is a family friend and gave me full permission to use her photo in my blog – you’re infamous now, babe.
Look at that face and that hand! Can you just imagine what she’ll be like in her middle years?
God help us!
So, what have you done that’s naughty?
Please share your stories with us because we demand to know.