Generation rent: why I’ll never live in a place with a kitchen big enough for sex

I can’t imagine anything less erotic than a sink-side seduction

There’s a cliched scene in Hollywood movies in which two people – usually a couple, but not always – succumb to their passions in the kitchen. Items that live on kitchen counters are swept to the floor, while a lingerie-clad woman jumps on the worktop, because she doesn’t have a roommate who minds breakages.

There’s only one thing that crosses my mind when I see that scene: bloody hell, they have a big kitchen.