I've developed a new appreciation for Toyah over the last few months, and it's not all about her nipples. I was immediately taken by the "Sunday Lunch," videos that her and hubby Robert Fripp have taken to putting out when they started producing them.  To me they absolutely glowed with love and lunacy.  Two more seemingly disparate souls you'd be hard-pressed to find, and yet here they were after 35 years of marriage acting like a pair of kids.

If you've never seen Robert Fripp laugh, or smile even, have a look for the "Toyah & Robert's Sunday Lunch" videos on YouTube.  They have what appears to be, and if both of them are to be believed, genuinely is, the happiest of marriages, and they're a bit of an example to the rest of us, which would probably be the last thing they'd want to be accused of.

In this day and age being able to smile at two people in love without feeling in the least bit awkward, or a bit less macho, is a precious gift, for which I thank them.

All I set out to do was preface this newspaper article, which I wholeheartedly recommend, but that lot poured out of me.  Sorry about that. 

Anyway, here's the article.

www.theguardian.com/culture/2021/feb/04/toyah-willcox-my-mother-always-wanted-me-altered-in-some-way-i-was-never-right