I’ve been reading Vogue magazine on and off since I was thirteen. As a teenager I found it a colourful counterpoint to the grungy glamour of the music rags I also subscribed to. I loved the glitz, the expense, the ridiculousness of the outfits.
As a country girl still a long way from having an real [...]
I was going to sum this up in a few paragraphs, but I thought this would be more succinct:
Women’s body issues [...]
I don’t much enjoy visiting my family at Christmas. Nothing to do with them; I’m happy to visit at other times, when we can sit outside in the lovely garden, or go out and about and gossip over scones at some seaside cafe. But at Christmas everything grinds to a halt and often, as is the [...]
Happy Christmas, Everyone!
My Christmas Movie, in which I liberate [...]
Just wrote a message to @squozed about my real diary that no one ever sees. Then I remembered a story someone told me last year that still amuses me.
I’ve kept a handwritten diary since I was 18. I am now on something like the 22nd volume of said diary. It is the place where I record [...]
I just had a call from Plan UK, a children’s charity. I’d written to them ages ago about sponsoring a child, but had completely forgotten about it until now. Judging by the surprise and pleasure in the phone canvasser’s voice, I’m the first person in a while to hand over my bank details and agree to [...]
CrispsOK, I confess to occasionally munching on those nice oily handbaked ones that cost a fortune and go quite well with an icy G&T, but Walkers crisps? Please. That isn’t food; it’s slivers of scab sprayed with eye-wateringly toxic chemicals. The mere sight of a packet of Walkers makes my stomach begin to churn – as [...]
Seriously, has anyone ever seen Keith Urban (Mr Nicole Kidman) and Billy Ray Cyrus (don’t tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, etc) in the same room?
Keith, or is it Billy?
Billy, or is it Keith?
Keith and Billy: the [...]
I mean, just look…
P.S. I can’t wait to see this.
Bogart and Van Damme – separated [...]
I’ve been tagged by the Hank Moody of magical realism, the wondrous, intellectual, sexbeast Don Felipe (is that enough ass kissing for you, my little pretty?) to write six random things about me.
1. I’m a raucous drunk.2. I used to kill rabbits with myxomatosis on the way home from school, until I misjudged a blow and [...]