Last night I took my prettiest godson to Asia de Cuba. It's not often one is seen on the town with a fit 21-year-old. Even if he is wearing zirconia studs:-o We discussed God, who is looming large in his life at the moment. He's tried drugs, smoking and one night stands and found them wanting. He needed something to fill the gap... When his mum and I became friends we were a year younger than he is now. We were building our chosen careers. We'd both left home. She'd been married and divorced. Today she runs one of the country's most high-profile companies. He, meanwhile, remains unfocused. He's been selling advertising. The money goes on his wardrobe. Jeans costing £175. Ooer, perhaps they weren't zirconia? I fear he is becoming the Victoria Beckham of his family... Earlier, I'd been to a trustees meeting where some Posh Spice grooming would have helped. The board is made up entirely of women. Two of whom had dense underarm foliage. Curiously, it appeared to be combed. Pondering this, I found it impossible to concentrate on the serious business. This morning I've concluded that their hairs were smoothed by roll-on deoderants. You couldn't use aerosols and wear vests, could you? There'd be white bits bobbing around in the undergrowth. Which reminds me, I must make an appointment with the barber:-)