
We had to turn on our own sooner or later, or at least give it a darn good going-over. This Sunday, Midnight Sex Talk is taking a long hard look, (as always), at the media's influence over our sexual lives. Are 'Position of the Month', and tit jobs for girlfriends offered as prizes, leading us where we don't really want to go? Or are magazines right in claiming, like certain rappers, that they're simply reflecting back what we've been doing all along?
Do you believe all those celebrity shag stories? Have you ever felt bad after reading a story about somebody's else's allaged sexual prowess? Do you believe that women's magazines are really promoting sexual liberation, or just another set of 'rules' for 'keeping your man'? And do you think the top shelf has seeped inexorably downwards, or are men's glossies just a bit of fun?
In the studio, we have, finally, Al Needham (left) - in person! \o/ We will be rolling out the shagpile in his honour. Other guests to be confirmed.
You can text us during the show on 07957 362 182, or email us anytime using the 'Email me' link on the left. If you want to talk live on air, send us your number and we'll call you back. PRIZE for the best email/phone call as usual!
Where & When: Sunday 4th December, 11.30pm-12.30am UK time, on Resonance 104.4 FM in London, and on the internet at Resonancefm.com everywhere else in the world.
Tsk! Education these days. No-one could tell us what the molecule in my previous post is. However, the PRIZE still stands for anyone who writes in with the correct answer. I dunno, I sometimes think people come to this site looking for T&A, 'ta-tas', whatever the hell they are, and booty bendover shots. Well, tough. In case no-one noticed, there's a stack of those out there on the internet for your delectation. And photoshopped Z-listers in corsets promoting their next publicity stunt ain't happening either. 
This Sunday Midnight Sex Talk is linking up with 
When Spirits Attack! Stuff Happens around Cross Bones and those who frequent it. For a start, the first 15 minutes of our recording, made during the procession from the pub to the site, just disappeared, with only sinister rhythmic mic bumps remaining. Then, one of our regular listeners told us that he had got his PC ready in advance to listen to the show, but all he got from 11pm until 10 minutes into our slot was a bizarre loop of a woman saying something about 'Me and my boyfriend got into our Seven Seasons sleeping bags and slept outside, and there was lots of lovely toadstool wallpaper,' with some kind of theremin activity in the background. Hmmmm, is all I can say. 

