An old friend came to stay this weekend. She grew up on a farm in Devon. Guess who had the next farm along? Yes - Ted Hughes. She said he used to come round to 'see the pig farrow' and then write poems about, you know, blood and death. Anyway, she was like 10 years old, and she's gay, but she said even so she thought he was 'incredibly sexy' and 'couldn't keep her eyes off him'.