At a BBQ on the weekend, a friend of mine after checking I was single, over my slight thing for sexually ambiguous and in some cases ambitious men, wasn’t a little bit gay as was the current rumour of the day or celibate, declared to me that she had found me the perfect guy  – her son. ‘He’s good looking’ ‘All mother’s say that.’ ‘Yes, but I can appreciate his good looks not only as a mother, but also as a woman.’ ‘This is how Norman Bates got started…’ ‘No, you’re wrong there – maybe if Mrs Bates had appreciated her sons beauty then he wouldn’t have done the horrid…