And if you ask me, it gets worse. Women regard the males still around as positioned at varying stages of insufferable. They're probably right; the men who gather around one another evening after club evening seem to offer no temptations. They look tired of women, retired from relationships. Indian Britain is coming to suffer from a huge mismatch of willing women and unavailable men. A coupling with India seems the natural solution; think just of the Republic Day parade of wasted libido.
Now the women, usually returnees to singlehood, have begun to haunt the clubs too. Revenge self-sufficiency is admirable, but it's a grim sort of thing. There isn't a sight quite as unhappy as a looking woman all dressed for anywhere to go, then to remain unnoticed. Or worse, make forward moves of the kind that tradition has maintained as male misfortune. I am considering launching an appeal to male readers of Outlook. Please at least visit and, as we like to say, oblige.