Sushi For Breakfast

A warning if you've yet to look at your copy of today's Guardian Weekend (or seen my twitterfeed): there's a double whammy, a feature on Boris Johnson followed by a photo article about an enormous naked woman giving birth at home. I only found this out just now while I was eating dinner. I'm not particularly squeamish about either of the above, but they did drain the flavour from my food rather. The article is about how this woman hates hospitals so has a home birth (complete with photographer taking multiple photos of her arse-crack and vagina) and then gets cross and angry and upset because afterwards they get rushed to hospital because the baby stops breathing momentarily (the baby's OK but hospitalised for observation). She says she wanted a "perfect birth". Bollocks, there's no such thing. It's like believing in fairytale weddings. Both have been invented so that gullible women will hand over money to someone else when they've no need to. No-one ever talks about perfect funerals, or fairytale shuttle launches. The only thing that matters is that everyone's OK at the end.