In an alarming turnabout of the usual happenstance, I hear that London Fashion Week has not only been switched to ultra-chic Gateshead, but that the laydeez are being encouraged to mouth off as well. Talking up a storm, they are, I hear.It's all very well, this moderne kind of thinking, but it's us men I worry about.
Next thing you know the laydeez'll be wanting the vote, and before you can say 'any chance of a cuppa, love' we'd end up with a woman Prime Minister.
Who knows where it'll stop? Women becoming scientists?
Marie Curie would be spinning in her lead-lined grave.
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