Ok. This isn’t actually about sex on the Seven train. It just makes a good title.

While I could call it Sex on the Six, which is what it’s more likely about, the Seven train has a special place in my heart. I adore the Seven. I really really do. I always see the most interesting people on the Seven, and I had my favourite public fight on the Seven, which I’ll post about later.

In my life, I have two kinds of fantasies. Those which I have or will eventually make a reality, and those which simply live in my head. The former far out number the later, but the later…there are some good ones. Thank you, Nancy Friday, and your books of women’s fantasies.

For example, I’m never going to be abducted by brawny Viking Warriors from outer space, and be stuck as the only woman on a ship with them for months. I mean, really, even if I did find enough giant gorgeous, buff men with giant Viking penises, and get all the