The trouble with women is that for centuries they have done nothing at all worth mentioning. Not one tiny solitary thing. This is probably because, as the celebrated male genius Charles Darwin attested, their brains are far smaller than those of men. But the problem isn't just their tiny brains. As John Ruskin, another celebrated male genius, famously pointed out, what little intellect they do have is best used in praise, not invention or creation. 1066 and all that quite rightly omits women altogether, as they have done nothing of note in history. This book puts the women back in, but only in their proper place, of course - behind curtains, trussed up in corsets, kneeling in subservience. It offers a timely, witty reminder that women haven't done that much, ever, particularly in comparison to all those male geniuses we learnt about in school.