Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?

I am obliged to my friends at the Torygraph for this story, which highlights what we all suspected, and many of us gave up on these 50 years.

So, in order to avoid accusations of misogyny, I have been using my extensive contact network to collect funding for BERN (British/European Research into Nookie) and am pleased to announce the construction of a 44 kilometre (that’s about 200 yards, right?) underground at Kidderminster, where nubile young naked people (this is not that disgusting dream you were telling me about is it? Ed.) will be fired at each other at high speed, in order to prove, once and for all, the existence of the elusive Grafenberg Spot.

For many years there have been two distinctive theories about its existence. Once this dilemma has been resolved, we will have a more complete understanding of the nature of human sexuality, and although I am not prepared to compromise empirical integrity by favouring one outcome, I must declare my hope that there is a successful outcome, and that women can begin to enjoy sex. I have little sympathy with the other camp (known as the “Who gives a shit?” group).

The Grafenberg Spot is named after Ernst Spot, who purportedly stumbled across it while looking for his keys.