The most surprising thing about the Harvey Weinstein story this week is that anyone was surprised. Powerful man turns out to be a predatory sleazebag is nothing new: Trump’s locker room and the criminal records of most of my childhood celebrities is testament to that. Well it was the 70s, the 80s, the 90s, a … Continue reading Enough now? Me Too. Surely we can now see the back of the Harvey Weinsteins
Whatever your views, we are where we are because of a rich young boy. And not just one, lots of them. All young boys with points to prove, not about the world, but about themselves.
It was a rainy night in Soho. I was a 19 year old student and, separated from my friends, found myself alone in Piccadilly Circus at 2am. I had been drinking quite a bit and had not taken a coat. I had only just moved into my new student house and, although armed with my … Continue reading Ched Evans: A criminal who could once kick a ball.
Nigella and I go back a long way. By way of explanation, my Dad bore a striking resemblance to Nigel Lawson and my Mum decided that Nigella, back when she wasn’t that famous, was a good role model for me. She used to ring me at University to tell me when she was doing the … Continue reading We Need To Talk About Nigella
Must try harder. It’s no secret that there aren’t enough women in the boardroom, or politics, or on TV. The reason is, we just not putting the effort in. We lack drive, confidence and ambition. What would Margaret Thatcher say? The Government are planning to send information packs to parents of teenage girls to set … Continue reading Girls, you only have yourselves to blame. For everything.
Mick Philpott is a nasty little man. An idiot, but a nasty idiot nonetheless. One who will be spending the next 15 years, at least, in prison. I have watched enough crime documentaries in my time to realise that this is no criminal mastermind. And yet the story has received more coverage than any crime … Continue reading Philpott – Why we’re still looking in the wrong place
This week, my youngest son declared that girls cannot be pirates. The conversation went as follows: “What would you like to be Mummy?” “A pirate” “You can’t be a pirate, you must choose something girls are allowed to be” "Girls can be pirates" "No they can't, you can be a princess and that's it" My … Continue reading Girls on the High Seas