What is it about the fey and effete or loaded and loutish twin paragons of British masculinity that drives their young women to become lesbians? Thank God for those Sapphic-inspiring qualities, and all praise to the Almighty also for the tender, curvaceous bi-curiosity of the entwined leading ladies of My Summer of Love (2004). A pair of girls on the verge of womanhood, one a tomboyish and punkish yobbette, the other a spoiled waif of the upper crust, crosses paths upon the sun-dappled fields of the English countryside. Under the gentle influence of warmly lapping breezes, the girls while away the balmy months by sharing with one another portions of their Yorkshire puddings. This loss to UK manhood is a gain to the heterosexual male world at large.