With Germaine Greer’s recent Newsnight debacle dragging the feminist cause kicking and screaming back to the dark days, it’s time to hail the new messiah: Caitlin Moran. Not for nothing has this Brighton-born writer impressed. Aged just 15, the young Moran had already picked up The Observer’s Young Reporter award, going on to write for it and sister title The Guardian; by 18 she was writing a column for The Times and fast becoming a TV presenter to watch.

Almost two decades on, Moran has created a best-selling book out of ‘issues’ with her memoir-cum-pondering on lady life, How to Be a Woman. Instead of harping on like some strangulated feminist manifesto, Moran opts here for the jugular, reminiscing about her council estate upbringing and her first experiences with boys, alongside wonderings on what to call your vagina.

Plus, there’s an array of other surprisingly funny and bizarrely revelatory ditties as she laments the journey from pre-pubescence to womanhood. Applauded for being ‘laugh-out-loud funny’ (it is), this is self-deprecation and witty reflection at its finest.

14 Aug, 12.30pm, £10 (£8).