My take on TV, social media and the all pervasive nature of popular culture
This week, as well as learning not to buy too many Curly Wurlys because the trick-or-treaters might never materialise (dumb kids), my 7 days were also flecked with One Direction (yay!), Angela Merkel, bedroom doom, Spurs and Mercury winner James Blake. Read on, I’ll tell you more…
Just in time for Halloween, I thought it was time to list the top ten things in life that make my knees chatter and keep me awake at night. And there’s not even a mention of Katie Hopkins among them…
I’m not really sure what Wills and Kate were thinking: I would have made the perfect godmother for Prince George this week at the Chapel Royal if you discount my giggling about the royals and contempt for all that god stuff. Here are five remarkably plump reasons why… Continue reading » “The Royal Godmother: It Shoulda Been Me…”
I love Glee. I mean, love Glee. I wish we’d had a Glee club at my Essex school – I would have taken the jibes and slushies in my face every week just to be able to sing and dance my cares away. And this is what Glee is all about – it deals with hard-hitting issues but does so with such humour and a featherlight touch you’re still left feeling upbeat and chipper every time. This week however, Sky screened Glee’s Cory Monteith tribute episode and it was all too real… Continue reading » “Glee: The Cory Monteith Tribute Episode”
Flour, eggs, sugar, lard? Check. Two giddy presenters, one Dame Of Cakes and one Berk Of Bread? Check. Three nimble-fingered contestants? Check, checkety check! We’ve been counting down for weeks and now the moment has arrived: the final of the Great British Bake Off is happening today and I for one am beside myself with creamy, puffy excitement. Will Frances create an alternate universe from blueberry & liquorice icing for her showstopper? Will Kimberley pipe with ice-cool precision to scoop the prize? And will Ruby hold the saffron & make it to the end without cracking up and dissolving into a pool of gloop? I’d say all three are possible…
Getting old isn’t just an age thing – I know people who were born 41 and have been waiting all their lives to catch up. Also just so you know, I regularly stay out past 1am without even a flicker of terror… Continue reading » “Ten Reasons You Know You’re Getting Old…”
A lot can happen in seven days as Craig David rightly informed us. Here’s what I’ve learnt in my limited universe in between watching Homes Under The Hammer and eating plastic cheese… Continue reading » “Five Things I Learnt This Week”
This week, I decided to turn into a glossy magazine article and try out a 3-day juice diet – I’d seen it on the telly where a bloke did it for 60 days and lost a shedload of weight. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a truck of weight to lose but I am hopelessly addicted to weight loss shows and was curious to see if this one worked. How hard could it be? I think you might already know the answer… Continue reading » “Reboot: The 3-Day Juice Diet”
Strictly speaking, I was never Bridget Jones. For instance, I’ve never owned a pair of sucky-in pants and looking back at photos of me in the mid-90s it might have been wise. I’ve also never pined after a lawyer, never slid down a fireman’s pole (fnar), never dosed up on self-help books, never had a bonkers mother. But there were (are) parts of me that are a teeny bit Bridget and always will be, which is why I’m more than a tad excited by her imminent return – as well as being thrilled that the insipidly wet Mr Darcy has carked it… Continue reading » “The Return Of Bridget Jones”
I’m not a dog person, which is a statement that will surprise nobody who knows me. I view most dogs as killing machines – yes, even the cute ickle ones with professor-style beards. Even sausage dogs. I read Clare Balding’s dog-infested autobiography last year with something approaching wonder, her doggy commitment showing no bounds. But dogs and me don’t mix, making an unhappy cocktail with no amount of stray hair floating on the surface. Lately though, I’m reluctantly having to don my doggy wings as a slew of my friends add a mutt to their family albums… Continue reading » “My Week As The Dog Whisperer”