Month: March 2013

  • It ain’t all about eggs

    Thank you Easter Bunny, for a gift that’s become the soundtrack to my weekend.

  • A life led less seriously

    I found myself toe-tapping and wishing I’d worn a cocktail dress on my commute today. Why? The Dick Tracy soundtrack and in particular, Madonna’s madcap ‘More’ which catapulted me back to my yesteryears of dancing just as crazily in the garden. Inevitably, a beaming smile soared across my face. All too often we take ourselves much…

  • For shits and giggles

    “I’m on a whisky diet. I’ve lost three days already.” – Tommy Cooper

  • In the nick of time

    I’ve been wanting to see Juergen Teller’s Woo! exhibition for longer than I can remember. I finally made my way over there last Saturday, on the show’s penultimate day. When I got there I was greeted with a larger-than-life, quite literally in-your-face shot of Vivienne Westwood’s vagina (of which I’ve spared you the evidence). Despite this slightly…

  • A look to love

    Socks & stilettos. Need we say more?

  • “A copper. How do ya like that, boys? A copper.”

    In a bid to keep the weight off after being ill, and of course, to keep fit, one of the things I’ve found myself partaking in lately is a ‘lunchtime’ run. It enforces me out of the office, to step away from the computer screen for at least half an hour twice weekly – which…