IT’S just when the doorbell rings that I notice the silver star hanging from the light fitting – a single remnant of Christmas that escaped the annual exodus to the loft.Read
AFTER six months of backpacking around South-East Asia, the lone traveller has returned, with an enviable pallor and enough words of wisdom to fill a shelf of self-help books.Read
AFTER six months of backpacking around South-East Asia, the lone traveller has returned, with an enviable pallor and enough words of wisdom to fill a shelf of self-help books.Read
IT’S an addiction apparently, the need to fill up your Facebook friendship quota with everyone you’re acquainted with, even if you can’t remember their surname without double checking and have no idea what colour their eyes are.Read
IT’S an addiction apparently, the need to fill up your Facebook friendship quota with everyone you’re acquainted with, even if you can’t remember their surname without double checking and have no idea what colour their eyes are.Read
JUST because I once, for a split second, believed my Dad when he told me there are two Mersey tunnels because the builders started on both river banks and failed to meet in the middle does not make me entirely gullible.Read
JUST because I once, for a split second, believed my Dad when he told me there are two Mersey tunnels because the builders started on both river banks and failed to meet in the middle does not make me entirely gullible.Read
THE most alluring women in history have paid as much attention to cultivating an image of mystery as they have to perfect eyeliner and bouncy hair.Read
FATE certainly appreciates irony. Like waiting until Britain gives up on snow and has carted away all the grit boxes before sending down a blizzard.Read
WHAT did you get for Christmas? Hopefully among the selection packs, socks and Doctor Who action figures there was a fur-lined cagoule and a pair of snow shoes.Read
PRESENTS papered, branches baubled and turkey trussed? Or are you, like me, in need of a beekeeper’s suit to ensure you make it through your last- minute Christmas shopping intact – safe from elbow jabs, trodden toes and perfume showers spritzed by over-zealous cosmetics counter operatives in white coats?Read
NO YOU’RE not seeing things, this is really my column and it’s really a Monday. Now, while I appreciate the inconvenience – I’m sure you all tell the days of the week by how many it is to go to your weekly fix of my rambling musings – it’s all in a good cause.Read
I’M SUFFERING from a non-cold. The initial symptoms creep up on me while I’m asleep and I awake with a burning throat, aching back and the sneezes.Read
LAST week, I found myself in a German bierkeller, which came as a surprise as I’d only driven to Leeds. Yet there we were, bockwurst in a bun in one hand and plastic glass of wheat beer in the other, crammed in on narrow wooden benches with our personal space seriously invaded by strangers.Read
GIVEN that we can now chat face-to-face with someone on the other side of the world, perhaps it is no surprise that most of us have a skewed notion of how big our planet is.Read
DON’T think you’re doing me any favours by being nice to me. That means you, the women who held the door open for me in the sandwich shop, and the man who bent down on arthritic knees to scoop up the receipt that had fallen out of my walletRead
IT’S all over. The last person to take their place on the Fourth Plinth, in Trafalgar Square, has been lifted back down by cherry picker and the art work has come to an end.Read
