On a rainy Saturday afternoon I am lying on the floor of a conference room in a West London hotel, wrapped in an electric blue blanket, listening to the soothing tones of a hypnotherapist telling me to get in touch with my inner ‘sexually-confident’ self.
All around me, women of varying ages are trying to get in touch with their inner sexually-confident selves, too. But with the distinctive sound of bear-like snoring coming from one corner of the room, it seems that not everyone is managing it.
It is all slightly surreal, but then, learning how to enjoy great sex on a wet summer’s day was always going to be slightly peculiar.
