In an Irish barley field

Well what a storm has been served up this week by Rhianna, or should I say the farmer who prevented her form continuing her video shoot.

Alan Graham has been somewhat castigated for his approach to the raunchy musician's way of doing things but is that fair?

Listening to Radio5 this morning whilst on my travels the debate hotted up around the point of morals and sexualisation of children. And it is right that we speak of these things as over the years I have seen this occurring time and time again. It is not Rhianna's fault that the sexualisation of children takes place but she doesn't help things in one way.

Now I'm no prude, I am a psychologist for goodness sake I can't afford to be a prude. And let's face it I like making love like the next hot blooded adult. For those of you who know me well will know that I have been married, divorced and had numerous affairs with both married and single women both when I was married and when I was single. And here's the point at all times was it consenting adults allowing mutual attraction and sexual chemistry to have it's way over my socially developed values. It was at times basic primeval sexuality. Interestingly enough I have been celibate for two years now because I discovered that love is more important than sex. That doesn't mean that I will be permanently celibate I have just changed my thoughts on basic sexuality and I wish to make love now not have sex.

But sex sells, love making doesn't. And although the argument went that socially aware late teenagers can tell the differences between art and pornography my 10 year old son can't and looking at some of the so called television programmes that are being shown for that age group I have serious concerns. These were clearly ratified by something that happened a few weeks ago.

My eldest biological son had come down from university to see me and we went for a walk me, my eldest and my 10 year old on the White Horse at Westbury. Having been chased by mental sheep in the twilight we were returning to my son's car which by now sat lonely in the car park except for another car that had parked right next to it. As we approached the car the internal light came on illuminating quite a scene. My eldest looked at me and we ushered my 10 year old around to the other side of the car and quickly departed sighing with relief until quite matter of factly my 10 year old came out with, " It's okay dad I know what a blow job is ".

Well as you can imagine I was somewhat shocked and after some very gentle and careful questioning I discovered that the sexual education that children are receiving at school is finding a whole new meaning in the playground as children talk about films and videos they have seen without realising the nature or the complexity of the subject.

So I have to say as a concerned parent maybe Alan Graham was justified.