It has struck me as peculiar that nearly ALL the sex writers between whose pages I have stuck my dirty-minded nose are constantly dressing up in or getting peeled out of Agent Provocateur undies.

The last time I was in their shop with the tight-fisted Frankfurter he had a percursury glance around, sporting his trademark gormless grin but my dress and his walled stayed firmly closed.

Maybe, as a newly published author I will attract enough of a fan base that someone sends a set to my publisher!? (Hope they leave the tags on in case they get my size wrong)

Or maybe, as a newly minted (?) writer I shall be able to afford them myself?

So far, it's Primark and H&M all the way. But hey, who cares... it's not as if they have to support huge knockers anyway and they usually come off swiftly once I decide it's bed or play time! ;)