JENNIFER CRAMBLETT and her partner live in Uniontown, Stark County, Ohio. Farming country. 

My favourite ever definition of humanity is “a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud suspended in endless nothing”. 

THE film director John Waters – Baltimore’s beloved Pope of Trash, with his pencil thin moustache and fine eye for comedic sleaze – is a massive bibliophile.

Given the recent hoo-ha about a swingers gathering in a well known Cork hotel, I feel it my duty to share some knowledge. (I know – Cork and swingers in the same sentence. Oh how Ireland has changed since I last lived there. Back then, you couldn’t even buy a condom).

A man called Brian Somethingorother has written something or other called How To Meet Women On The Subway. A manual on how to bother commuters in possession of vaginas? A dating guide to harrassment?

So have seen Gone Girl yet? Lots of us have already read the book.

IT’S been glorious, but it’s over. The late summer, I mean. Boo hiss, now we have to think about wellies and hats and waterproofs, and cycling becomes a rain-lashed ordeal rather than a sunny pleasure.

CHRISTINA Hendricks is many things: a goddess; an award- winning actor (from Joan Harris in Mad Men to Blanche in the movie, Drive); Vivienne Westwood’s perfect muse, all red hair and milky skin.

READING a Sunday paper last weekend I discover I belong to a demographic known as Endies – Employed No Disposable Income or Savings.

READING Hadley Freeman’s wonderful book Be Awesome: Modern Life For Modern Ladies, you will come across The Ten Commandments Of Being An Unannoying Vegetarian.