A Forty Minutes documentary

In a week when the male pulse quickens at the prospect of the coronation of a new Miss World, some prize specimens of the male sex flex and flaunt for the benefit of deprived womankind. In a revue of male talent displays held throughout the land in the last year, young and youngish men, more or less dressed, appear in a cavalcade of different roles and role-reversals. To evoke a sigh there is 'Husband of the Month' and 'Bachelor of the Year'; to kindle a smouldering glance there is 'Mr Universe' and 'Mister Supercool' to raise a shriek of laughter there is strip-teasing man; to repel all but a minority there is tattooed man and mud-wrestling man. But somewhere in 40 minutes of sexism there should be something for every lady.