The time has come, writes Germaine Greer, to burn our Wonderbras and slip into something more comfortable.

We shall, / As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount / Before you, Lepidus.

So weighty was the cup, / That being propos'd brimful of wine, one scarce could lift it up.

Spencer, if you're going to shit-can your career in special ops, that's fine with me. But you'd damned well better be honest about the reasons you're doing it.