Last night I caught myself having an oddest, perviest thought.

It was quite late, and I was tired, and I was shuffling books around, making space for more books. I picked up one of Abel’s travel books – a guide to Brussels, all glossy and nice – and leafed through it.

And realised that I was thinking, quite dismayed: “But it doesn’t have a section about spanking! Where do you go in Brussels to get a spanking? It just doesn’t say! Not very good for a travel guide…”

Indeed.