Nicola Sturgeon's exotic sex life

[Burney]

It sounds perfectly ghastly.

I've just reached a bit where Villy, needing a new frock for Louise's wedding but lacking the coupons, is going to Liberty to seek a suitable table cloth from which to fashion a dress, since linen and tablewear aren't on the ration! Shrood.

I'm with child to learn what she finds. I'm thinking... damask, maybe? Cheesecloth?

Will there be a graphic description of the wedding night, during which Louise is summarily deflowered by her brute of a husband? Anything good like that?

[Sir C]

Will there be a graphic description of the wedding night, during which Louise is summarily deflowered by her brute of a husband? Anything good like that?

Good Lord no. I'm four books in and, on the rare occasions that that sort of thing must be addressed, we are merely reminded what a chore the poor ladies find it and with what good grace they submit for the sake of their husbands.

[Burney]

Good Lord no. I'm four books in and, on the rare occasions that that sort of thing must be addressed, we are merely reminded what a chore the poor ladies find it and with what good grace they submit for the sake of their husbands.

So no sex, no violence, no car chases - just a lot of bourgeois tarts wittering on about dresses?

Fúck. That. Shít.