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SEX I was thinking the other day about sex and how, when you're having it, you never know if it's the last time you'll ever be having it. Because one of these days, or more probably nights, it will be the last time you will ever be having it. And the thing is......you won't know it! Because when you're having sex it never crosses your mind that you might never be having it again. I'm pretty sure about that because when I told The Trouble that I'd only just had the thought for the first time in my life and asked her if she had ever had the same thought she said no she hadn't, and that in all probability nobody else would have ever had it as I'm just about the only person in the world who could ever have had such a thought.      I'm not sure exactly what she meant by that but I took it as a compliment. But whatever she meant it is certainly an unarguable fact that sooner or later one of these days when you are having sex it will be the last time you are having it, and on you will happily plough, oblivious to the fact that it might very well be the last time you are ever going to be happily ploughing. Because anything could happen to you before the next time you planned to have sex. For example you could die from a heart attack. Or be knocked over and killed by a bus. Or, even more likely in these troubled times, be the innocent victim of a terrorist atrocity of some kind. You could easily die by any of these methods and more, never to have sex again. You just don't know.      And the question is - if you had known it was the last time were ever going to be having sex would you have made a better job of it? Would it have been less of a five minute thrash about wham-bam-thank-you ma'am then roll over and go to sleep kind of job, and more of a slow full-on make-it-last-as-long-as-you-can then afterwards fall asleep in each other's arms whispering sweet nothings in her ear kind of job? And aware that it was your last ever time would you have made each thrust count, made every stroke important in its own right and not just one of many other similar strokes that lead up to the only stroke that usually matters, the vinegar stroke? Or, if you are a woman, would you have given a few extra moans of passion, even if you didn't really mean them, to spur your man on to greater efforts?      It makes you think, doesn't it. Well it certainly made me sit up and think and rest assured the next time I have sex - tonight with a bit of luck or I've washed the dishes for nothing - I shall be putting maximum effort into it. There could even be a spot of foreplay that invloves more than taking my socks off.     One final thought - if everybody who ever had sex from now on were aware that it might be the last time they were ever having it, and took the opportunity to put a lot more into it, it would surely lead to a better sex life. And just think, if word of this gets round and I am rightly credited as the instigator of it all, who knows, I could very well be canonised.