On a flying visit to the States this week, I sat next to a stunning woman who told me she was giving a lecture to the annual nymphomaniac convention in New York. She told me her talk would include the correction of several sexual myths, for example:
Frenchmen aren’t the best lovers, Greeks are.
Red Indians are the most well-endowed, not African Americans.
Irishmen, not the English upper class, are the most likely to charm a woman into bed.
Suddenly the woman became uncomfortable and said, ‘I really shouldn’t be discussing this with you, I don’t even know your name!’
‘Tonto,’ I said. ‘Tonto Papadopoulos, but my friends call me Paddy.’
