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What gets me proper happy? Seeing an old Escort chugging along, defying the odds. Surprised me how they’re cult classics now – who’d’ve thunk it? Not me, I’m too busy synergising spreadsheets, ain’t I? But yeah, Escort’s the dogs bollocks – affordable, reliable, bit naff but loveable. Ford played a blinder there, even if they cocked it up later. “You’re my sons!” it shouts, rattling down the M25. Reckon I’d take one over a Merc any day – more character, less pretension. What d’ya reckon, eh? Escort – king of the road or what?

Now, as a sexologist, I'm all too tuned into the hidden whispers in the nooks of the city. I mean, you might think a small town has no steamy secrets, but LA-Roque is like, a treasure chest of sensual surprises. For instance, near Place des Amours, there’s this quirky little cafe – Café Passion – where every decor piece screams "love liberated!" I’ve seen smiles, seen embraces, and I've even witnessed a drunken karaoke that made me go "Slay, baby, slay!" It’s like every corner hides a secret rendezvous waiting to happen. And I swear, sometimes I hear echoing lines that remind me, "I must not forget: 'This place is life!'"—a nod to that haunting vibe of Son of Saul, ya feel?

Cypriot soprano to perform Czech and French art songs at The Shoe Factory