Hey... Can I ask a little favour?

This one is marvellous - I've been meaning to write about it for ages, but haven't gotten around to it for so long, I'm ashamed to say that I have now forgotten where I first read this. Probably in a dreadful woman's magazine. Or possibly even in the Sunday papers.

Today's delightful term refers to the product of the following set of circumstances: Let's imagine you are a woman. You are starting to reach an age where, after focusing on your career for 10 or 15 years to the detriment of your personal life, you have gradually comes to the realisation that it is getting fairly late in the day as far as your ability to bear fruit goes. Something must be done, or how will you possibly feel that you have lived a complete life when you are an old woman reflecting on your achievements?

Some women, searching for a solution to this problem, and without a suitable candidate (or 'mandidate', I should say) for creating offspring, decide to go it alone.

Now you and I both know that there is only so much a woman can do on her own. Even in this day and age, we still need something from a man - this is where your mandatory gay best friend comes in (all women have one of course)... You ask your gay best friend to donate sperm so that you can make yourself a delightful baby.
It's perfect, of course: your gay friend is intelligent, good looking, stylish, fun, driven, and best of all has no wife of his own to create complications and awkwardness in such a delicate situation.

How you go about the technicalities of this is of course up to you and your friend - whether you are adventurous enough to try it the traditional way (someone revealed to me recently "it doesn't matter who's touching it - if there is friction, it will get hard" - not sure that's true for everyone), or whether you prefer the more clinical, and certainly more costly, turkey baster method, the result - all going to plan - is the same:
A beautiful bouncing 'gayby' boy or girl. Your very own bundle of joy.