All of a sudden I have a hankering for younger men. As a woman in her 30s - as all of you older women out there can empathize with - I have reached my sexual peak. And the men our age just can't keep up (sorry guys). It's only natural, then, that our glances should waft over to men of fresher face and even fresher bedroom antics.

My recent boyfriend turned 30 when we were together, and for someone of his age his performance was admirable. But even so, he continually said that I totally exhausted him and he never encountered a woman with such a raging libido. So I dumped him and have been on the look out for a younger model. But nothing is ever simple.

A gorgeous 22-year-old young thing I met at a record release party at Sketch in central London was fantastic on paper but turned out to have intimacy issues and horrific back acne. I then moved on to an adorable floppy haired musician, 24, whom I met off my chops at a car park rave (don't ask) and I turned out to be one of 7 other older ladies he was shagging. So I'm starting to think about going for the complete antithesis and bag myself a Silver Fox. It's amazing what a fix of Viagra can do...