As a general rule I try to maintain a balanced and realistic approach to life. I’m convinced that the best place for a rabbit’s foot is at the end of a rabbit’s leg. And if there are fairies at the bottom of the garden, they go about their business and I go about mine. But although this approach keeps life on an even keel and prevents the stress of both over-excitement and grave disappointment, I do find that the perfectly mundane existence that I strive for and attain can occasionally seem a little flat, a bit lacking in absurdity. So from time to time, when a rattling cliche, or a good thumping banality presents itself, I’m inclined to give it a run for its money. Hand me a candle and I’ll burn it at both ends, give me a cart and I’ll put it before the horse.‘

In her inimitable style, coupled with her sharp wit and idiosyncratic views, Diski reviews her own experiences, an array of key historical figures and pertinent topics. Ranging from 'The Sexual Life of Catherine M.’ and her ponderings on the thrill of guilt, to the biblical role of water in ‘Did Jesus walk on water because he couldn’t swim ’ this is vintage Diski.