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Diagram of a Neuropeptide. Is it me or does it look like a sperm?

It's official. Good Sex is good for you. A new study has shown that the neuropeptide, oxytocin - often dubbed the love or cuddle drug, can help to solve Anorexia Nervosa. 

Let me say that I have had issues with this problem in my family. It is an insidious and deep rooted struggle. It is an assault course of conflict, tears and constant vigilance. It breaks down trust and interpersonal values of openness. It is an issue of self esteem, peer pressure and an idealized image of perfection peddled by people who should know better. There is no cure in my view. You cannot cure a society of what it is. One's best hope is to survive the different evolutions of society. As a Romance writer I take my share of the blame for creating beautiful heroines (never under size 12) and rugged ridged six packed heroes.

If indeed we are all helpless supplicants at the shrine of Endocrine - well, there it is! So be it! Relax, light a candle,sob
with passion through the Requiem for perfect earthly beauty. A careless finger trace of wind on a field of wheat was always gonna out-gun you anyway. Push the love sauce button and enjoy. Bon apetit and a big love cuddle to all those who ask for more - and more and more.......I'm loving it.



Emma Thinx: Sex - a sport where the pros long to turn amateur.

Corn On The Cob - It's A Trojan Horse.

A bitter sweet question of taste.

If one could only offer opinions on things where one had some knowledge I would be forced into silence.  

But what about this genetic engineering business? The French have banned all GM Maize - otherwise known as corn on the cob. Did they think we didn't realize it was crossed with a horse? Organic commandos have stormed a field armed with spades and bridles.

D and neigh.

Now comes the news that embryos may soon be produced using three parents in order to combat mitochondrial disease. I know we should be concerned but is this anything really new? A close friend of my mother confided that several American soldiers had fathered her war baby shortly before D Day. The child turned out perfect. 

Bacchus to the future

While I was deep in intellectual contemplation of this issue I wandered into ASDA - the thinking woman's outpost of Walmart. Right before my eyes was the proof that food detectives have sought for years. Yes - grapes developed to look like lemons. You only get four gramons to a bunch. The young lady filling the shelves told me there had been a mistake with the label. Hah! Do they expect me to believe that?



Emma Thinx: There's no gene more dominant than hunger.

Bargain Books. Words Are Cheap.

Who am I? What is this Amazon thing?

I have the honour to write features for a "lifestyle" magazine. Recently the editor edged me into a side room. She confided that the trouble with my writing was that I used words. What people actually wanted was more pictures. In a forced outdoor flash I knew where I had been going wrong. For too long I had been trying to walkie-talkie the ball into the net. It was a Eureka moment almost equal to yesterday when David Beckham met an Amazonian Indian who had never heard of him. Dave - chill! No one at Amazon has ever heard of me and I've been lost in their jungle for years. 

It's politics - it's our National Y Front.

Okay - here is the deal. I'm having a big push to sell some books. This blog has nothing at all to do with David Beckham. If you read this Dave, get in touch for free copies of all my books. We Londoners need to stick together. After all, I've always cheered every swerve of your balls.

My own missions along the Amazon have brought little success. These days I have branched out onto all manner of tributaries. It's great to see that Dave is getting away from football and doing the same thing.

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Emma Thinx: A word is worth a thousand pictures. It's your mind.

Euro Politics - Twilight Of The Plods.

Stark choices on the horizon for Euro politics

My last  sortie onto these pages discussed the disconnection of regular folk from the elite controllers of modern ploditics. Since then there has been a Euro election. In France and Britain the public has voted for nationalistic parties. The following day, the suited supremos of the ruling elite had a Euro conference to decide what is wrong with these people. Why are these dim peasants not grateful? Did they not save them from the economic crisis that these sheep themselves had caused by seeking selfish trash like homes on credit? They only need credit because they're losers. Why aren't these morons rich? Everyone who comes to dinner is rich.  How can the spin doctors respond? How can their millionaire sophisticated clique hold on to the power and the lifestyle they deserve?

Politics grows no crops in itself. Fair markets are a balance of toil and need

The elite are so far removed from the lives of working class people that it is useless to highlight their struggles. Truck drivers and zero hour contract fast food workers are worthless schmucks - losers. Until now, few of them had ever voted. Few leaders know anyone real beyond their own domestic servants and chauffeurs.

I am committed to a true functioning Europe of peoples. I live between England and France. In France, I am French. It is their country, their traditions, their law. In England I am English for the same reasons. In Europe we are a union of respectful peoples, not a union of a political elite and their bureaucracies. We want our own identities. I am interesting in France because of my English cuisine and my accent. Why do we have to follow these wretched federalist ambitions of the elite? Why should a bus driver in England have to sell his possessions to afford a useless politically correct training regime demanded by clever- kid office boys in Brussels? Our supreme leaders may wonder what this about? You know - they just don't get it! They just don't get it. And the truth is they can't get it. 

I want a politics and passion for working peoples to float my boat 

I've put up some pictures from my home in France. Things grow. The sky is up. The soil is down. The hand of man confronts the sunset. Do we need a federalist Europe to love the difference?





Emma Thinx: Vive la Life. Live la vie.