It's that time of year again.  We spend the entire year being made to feel thoroughly inadequate by womens magazines, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know there are the odd empowering articles, but there are still the countless adverts playing on insecurities and maybe we shouldn't even start with the ones at the back for affordable ie. cheap, plastic surgery, then along come the bright and shiny Christmas editions where they decide that hey, they are really going to go to town on us babies.  And randomly and completely unrelated, why do I feel the need to vomit whenever I come across the phrase 'date night'?