On the one hand, there is the good news that – according to an article in Vogue that has achieved much traction and to whose contents have been accorded many nods of agreement – it is now embarrassing to have a boyfriend .

Or at least, it is embarrassing to be seen to have a boyfriend, or to seem to be glad to have a boyfriend. The cool thing now is simply to allude subtly to your status – “a hand on a steering wheel, clinking glasses at dinner, the back of someone’s head” – on your social media and let the matter rest there.

On the other hand, the monthly reports I demand from the front line of youth (i.e. the 20-something offspring, godchildren and otherwise of all my friends) are in and they contain the bad news that “cuffing season” is still a thing.

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