Hands up all those who have wanked (that’s jerked off for American readers) to a hot illustration or comic? You might like to put your hand down now if you’re sitting alone in a crowded bar. Of course, until the advent of photography our forebears would have used the written word, dirty talk or paintings on cave walls, clay tablets or papyrus to fuel fantasies. Now we have the net...

Barry Lowe samples the delights of a different kind of winter wonderland.

I’ve never been one for winter or for sports, so when I first heard about snowballing I assumed it was yet another pastime for those leather-skinned ski instructors named Sven or Kosta who swan around ski slopes getting laid. How wrong I was...