The Boy Wonder put this song on my iPod and for ages it really irritated me – the opening riff reminded me of the theme tune to ‘Friends’, which I found teeth-grindingly awful. But he kept telling me to watch the video and I’d change my mind. Well, constant dripping wears away the stone, and…
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I’ve been haunting every green grocer and supermarket in our neighbourhood this week, looking for a Halloween pumpkin. But Cinderella’s fairy godmother must have been around and turned them all into carriages because there were none to be found (plus, of course, it’s spring here and pumpkins aren’t exactly in season). The main reason I…
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Ever since the Christchurch earthquake the Boy Wonder has had a bee in his bonnet about getting an earthquake kit organised. You have to love a man who is so concerned for our safety (or, at least, I have to love him), but this kit is a bone of contention. I’m quite happy for him to…
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Go into journalism, they said. Enjoy long lunches, get wined and dined, meet interesting people and write Pulitzer-winning stories about them. Hmmmm. Well, at least the ‘meet interesting people’ bit turned out right. Long lunches, however, are a complete myth, with most journalists of my acquaintance eating something over their desk. Now, as a freelancer…
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Once upon a time, when I was a carefree girl-about-London-town, I used to spend a lot of time at Leon, a tiny cafe in Carnaby Street with a Scandinavian-style bleached wood interior and good-for-you-but-not-too-earnest-about-it food. The waiting staff were charming, the menu was interesting and it was within stumbling distance of Liberty, Topshop Oxford Circus…
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