Confessional sex just doesn't add up for me

So what's the deal suddenly with the number 30? In April, there was Lib Dem leader Nick Clegg with his admission of 'no more than 30' as a sexual quota. Now we have an intriguing lyric on Carla Bruni's new album. Not the one about how her love for her husband is like a dangerous drug ('My guy, I roll him up and smoke him'); no, the other one proclaiming that at heart, Bruni is still an ingénue: 'I am a child/ Despite my 40 years/ Despite my 30 lovers/ A child.'

This admission was duly followed by a double-page spread in the Sun featuring everyone from Donald Trump, Eric Clapton and Mick Jagger to Luc Ferry, and, of course, hubbie Sarkozy (aka the man with 'five or six brains', and something tells us he'll be needing every one of them, and more excess anatomy besides, to keep up with Carla).

The biggest picture of all was reserved for La Bruni grinning wolfishly, as if to say: 'Ha, I've had them all!