You are the star in the theatre production of your life; whether you’re the extrovert lead in a high-octane, all-singing all-dancing performance, a stand-up comedian using humour as your armour or an autonomous one-man show: it’s your gig. How you live it is entirely up […]
Oh festivals how I love thee! Dancing in a field, sun shining, arms slung casually round the bronzed shoulders of a bunch of beaming mates – you can’t beat it. That’s a Kodak moment right there. When I’m on my deathbed, flicking through my […]
…let’s make lots of money. Remember that old Pet Shop Boys song? Okay, so I may have replaced “brawn” with Braun, but this is a post about the merits of electrical goods, not catchy old Eighties tunes, so hear me out. If you don’t remember […]
I fell in love with clubbing long before I was old enough to set foot in one. Well, legally anyway. At fifteen, I papered my bedroom walls, door and even the ceiling with flyers for raves and club nights, signing up to the Flying Squad […]
I was just having a Spring clean on this beautiful sunny morning and came across these poems I wrote for two of my oldest mates, Nicolette and Sheryl (the latter nicknamed Pinhead/Ronnie Corbett due to her diminutive frame), on their respective hen nights. Nicolette’s hen […]
A year ago, when the calendar flipped round to March for the thirty-ninth time in my life, I started thinking of myself as forty to give myself a year to get used to the idea. Whenever people asked how old I was I’d say I […]
photo credit It’s Sunday evening after the previous night’s clubbing, you’re slumped in the local old folks’ home wearing a pair of stained, too-big jeans, which you’re sure until recently were the perfect fit. Suddenly, over the course of what feels like only a matter […]
For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved a party. From the 6th birthday bash at McDonald’s during which hordes of hyper kiddies were invited behind the scenes to see where the wafer-thin patties were flipped and were permitted to peer into the freezers, […]
photo credit Working on the beauty circuit in the late Nineties was a bit like a Scalextric race track, in terms of both pace and circular routine: find a juicy role with a luxury brand, immerse yourself into it, onto the next….work by day, party […]
Working in the beauty industry in London in the late nineties and early noughties was a close-knit, glamorous affair. I use the word ‘affair’ partly because the relationship between employer and employee tended to be a short-lived love story: we fell in love with a […]
Okay, so I may know my way around a countour palette and own more cosmetics than Estee Lauder herself, but when it comes to being catwalk-ready from the neck down – forget it! Now there are some girls who have a body for Baywatch, face […]
So who are the other characters in the sit-com of my life? Which two innocent beings were responsible for the creation of this bubbling blonde mass of insecurities cunningly disguised as a fierce and fiesty be-atch? First up, I give you Patricia aka De Mama, […]
Having travelled to some far-flung places and met people from all walks of life, I’d say that some of the happiest, most grounded people I’ve ever met were the ones who had the least ‘stuff.’ helping at a school in Vietnam Now don’t get me […]
Ok, so by the age of 40 most people have managed to get their shit together : you’ve got the big house, the fancy car, the fitness model husband, the adorable 2.4 rug-rats, the high-powered career….oh wait, let me check that….so I have a house, […]
