Year: 2008

One of my favourite treats of entertainment is settling down, in great comfort, to watch a period detective mystery. My two favourites are undoubtedly Agatha Christie’s Poirot, as portrayed by…

One of the most irksome hypocrisies of female fashion journalism is the approach to wardrobe ‘repeats.’ A recent article on celebrities ‘exposed’ several stylish females, women who had made a…

Where would we be without our material dreams? I have often wondered what sort of person I could be without my never ending desire, nay craving, for perfection. When I…

On my recent travels to the Costa Smeralda, surrounded by holidaying Italians of varying social position and wealth, I came to the happy conclusion that I was satisfied to be…

I adore capital cities. As much as I enjoy exploring the rustic magnificence of a nation’s countryside or the quaint villages where few speak English, the colliding and clashing worlds…

Of all the appropriate ‘Sunday afternoon movies’, the classic American musical is one of the most magical; particularly if it happens to feature the one and only Fred Astaire. Mr…

As I write, the rain pours relentlessly outside my window. Victoria Tower, which should be gleaming in the early evening August sun, is grey and indistinct. Rain has been the…

In purchasing substantially expensive garments, a rather gregarious and patronising store attendant once told me, you are not only purchasing a complete garment but a collection of fine individual elements;…