Don’t You Want Me

Sex. There’s a lot of it about. And Stella is definitely not getting her fair share. She’s got a few she’s the wrong side of thirty, she’s a single mum (to the adorable Honey), and her French hot-bloodedness is liable to turn grown men pale. Mind you, the men she meets are either perma-tanned, tight-trousered smoothies with strangely white teeth or – easy, tiger – balding, poorly socialized podgers. One lot have black satin sheets; the other lot have, well, wives. What’s a girl to do? Dividing her time between London’s most PC playgroup (most popular children’s Ichabod and Perdita) and lessons on the art of pulling from housemate Frank, Stella is seriously starting to wonder if she’ll ever have sex again.