Is there a convincing argument to use when telling your partner that you bought pornography?

Sitting on a delayed commuter train, across the aisle a young woman who has been aboard since Waterloo greets her husband who joins at Woking.

He then proudly produces a copy of “Loaded” magazine – the reason being that the train was late, he wanted something to read, and there weren’t any newspapers.

Hmmm.

“I tried to find something good to read, but in the end I went for one with a woman holding her breasts on the front cover.”

Woking is a big station. I can’t for a moment believe that there were no newspapers or other magazines at all.

OK, so “Loaded” may only be verging on the pornographic, but even the most liberated girlfriend is likely to be slightly unimpressed by her man ogling printed female flesh opposite her.

Stations really should stock more newspapers so that this problem can be avoided.

Or maybe they do.