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.
Dear Jeremy, or may I call you Jezza You and I actually have a lot in common. Apart from the fact that my husband quite likes both of us (actually possibly you more than me), we both come from relatively small towns. We both had working class parents who worked hard and did quite well … Continue reading Clarkson, go home
There. I've said it. There is no place for joy at Christmas. That is not to say that there is no place for happiness, of course there is, but joy is asking too much. There has been a tension in the air over the past couple of weeks that is almost visible, not so much … Continue reading Christmas is not at home to Joy
Hurray! It’s September and it’s new pencil cases for everyone. I would love to say that I’ve spent the summer having epic adventures of enlightenment and discovery but in reality, I’ve sat in a variety of adventure playgrounds with a rum & raisin cornet. A few castles, the odd zoo, but mainly picnic blanket. The … Continue reading What I learnt at school.
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.
It is not an exaggeration to say that I am a car widow. My husband loves cars, all of them. On our first date he let slip that he could tell the model of a car by the sound of its engine (arguably I should have run then). The current, and most longstanding, love of … Continue reading The Couple That Breaks Down Together