eeking literary stimulus whilst lazing in the garden soaking up the scintillating sunshine – a pretty rare British occurrence – I decided to harness the power of social media. Ever so slightly exaggerating my status and always looking for the double entendre I declared, “Laying naked in the garden looking for inspiration for a topic to write about. I guess I’ll have to see what pops up.” I was looking for an alternative angle to counter the predicted flurry of size-related comments – although, to be fair, I didn’t hold out too much hope. Consequently, I wasn’t surprised to receive the anticipated content, although what I did find curious was that it was principally male friends who homed in on the obvious, whilst my female chums were more circumspect and creative. Without exception, each derogatory dig inferred that I have a diddy dick. They were, of course, baseless taunts, since none of the critics have
