Men on Women - Everybody remembers their first kiss. Except me. I think I’ve blocked it out, because the vague and fleeting flashbacks I’ve had over the years – which always play out like hazy soap opera dream sequences – recall just three things: tongue of a baby eagle, braces, a goatee of saliva.

But no matter how awkward that first communion is, it is nothing compared to what comes next: sweaty fumblings in the back of a car, a first date that ends early when you ask her to marry you, the ‘stormy first relationship’ that somehow always involves one party threatening to throw themselves in front of a vehicle.

There are more than enough golden moments to make it all worthwhile, though a particularly weathered and whether you are in a fairytale relationship or have a history with more blood and gore than a Wes Craven film, we all agree on something: when it works, there’s nothing like it. So, being a man who loves women writing an editorial about men and women for an issue devoted to women, I will begin the shout outs: Big up to the fairer sex.

Firstly, a few apologies. Sorry for leaving our towels on the floor, for leaving the toilet seat up (or down – which is it again?), for not liking Dirty Dancing, for not looking like the lovechild of George Clooney and Johnny Depp. We tried to cut our hair like Johnny Depp but it just made us look like 14-year-old girls. We’re sorry.

This month, we’ve made a compilation of clips from the world’s top male comedians talking about women, which may seem biased and, well, it sort of is...