the end was just the beginning
I've been contemplating letting myself go. Well, more than I have already. Eating without guilt. Skipping the gym. Giving up on pants with waistbands. I don't think Husband would mind. His dating history is littered with voluptuous women. The concept of consuming food indiscriminately and damning the consequences is very tempting. I took it for... Continue Reading →
The Mag I Bought This Week Award goes to ... David Beckham's phantom affair with an opera singer ... first pics of Ada Nicodemou's bub ... Kim Kardashian's shameless publicity stunt with a wedding dress ... scrawy celebs in bikinis ... Just another Monday in Magland. So which print publication did I choose? It's an... Continue Reading →
I went to the Olive Tree Markets on Saturday. It's in the grounds of The Junction Primary School, in Newcastle. It gave me a serious case of schoolyard envy - there was a huge veggie patch with a scarecrow and everything. The market stalls were pretty good too, though a little skewed to the baby... Continue Reading →
It's a whole year since I admitted to the world - via my blog - that I didn't notice the Global Financial Crisis. And I'm celebrating my ignorance with a redux of the post. Husband forwarded the original blog to all his business journalist mates and their faces went all Munch's The Scream-looking as they... Continue Reading →
In my early 20s, About Last Night was my favourite movie EVER. Better than Can't Stop The Music and The Breakfast Club combined. I still love it, although even after watching it 500 million times. And I still can't work out what Demi Moore says she's put in the dressing for Rob Lowe's salad on... Continue Reading →
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