Jun 19 2008
AS I write this column, I am sitting in a Spanish airport wondering how it is that, despite spending an obscene number of hours each week scrutinising pictures of celebrities arriving at Heathrow and LAX looking impossibly glamorous, I am about to board a flight home in Havaianas and a creased-up black sundress, which will blow up over my head at the first hint of a British breeze, while suffering a hair malfunction of epic proportions....