I Don't Mind Being Called Snobbish, A

Being Blonde, For Me, Means Never Having To Say: 'i'll Have The Honey-striped Half-head Of Highlights For £200,' To A Bored Colourist In A Mayfair Salon, Which Is Much More Satisfying, Not To Mention Cheap.

There Was A Time When No Difficult Subjects Were Ever Aired In The 'lady', And Sadly, Life Isn't Like That.

Don't Worry About Never Having Time To Write. Just Write What You Can In The Time You Do Have And Give Yourself A Big Clap On The Back, Followed By A Double Latte And A Blueberry Muffin.

The Lady' Is A Piddling Little Magazine That No One Cares About Or Buys.

The Reason We All Need A Mutton Alert, Which Needs Constant Testing, Like Smoke Alarms, Is Because There Is Really No Such Thing As Age-appropriate Dressing Any Longer, As I Know Because My Wardrobe Is Interchangeable With My Daughter's.