Birthdays. Like Christmas, they come but once a year. They break up the calendar a little, and give you something to look forward to, right? You have drinks, catch up with old friends, overload your pals' Facebook news feeds with ever-changing event invitations. Presents are bought and you're showered with cards, right? My birthday, however, is the ultimate failure in celebrations. The Dannii Minogue of my social calendar, my birthday is always overshadowed by its big sister, the one everybody loves - Christmas. Yes, my birthday is two days before...

If years of hysterical media coverage have taught us anything, it's that lusting after children is wrong. Paedophilia – the great cause everyone can get behind and feel safe raising a flaming torch or pitchfork to. It's immoral, and always will be. The legal definition of a child can vary from country to country - and even states within countries – but it's generally agreed you can't go around dreaming about a teenager in their underwear until they've passed that great invisible milestone, the age of consent. Or if you do,...