The Feminist Me Says That A Woman's

Only Those Who Haven't Got The Wit To Speak For Themselves Would Ever Want Their Clothes To Do It For Them.

The Terrorist Attacks Were A Tragedy For The People Who Died Or Were Injured, And For Their Families And Friends. For The Rest Of Us, They Were A Wake-up Call As To What Type Of Lunatics We Are Dealing With. And Sleepwalking Our Way Back Into Ill-sorted, Dewy-eyed People Personal Politics Is The Last Thing We Need To Set Us Up For The Fight Ahead. Come On You Liberals, Don't Give Me The Morbid Pleasure Of Saying, 'i Told You So' Again.

I Almost Choke On My Popcorn When I Hear Film Stars, Who Walk On Red Carpets As Much As The Rest Of Us Do On Zebra Crossings, Criticising Youngsters Who Crave Fame.

And Call Me A Pig, But Isn't It Brilliantly Refreshing How Early The Dutch Eat Dinner? When They're Still Laying Out The Cutlery In Achingly Hip Barcelona, They're Hanging The Closed Sign On The Restaurant Doors Of Old Amsterdam.

My Second Husband Believed I Had Such A Fickle Attitude To Friendship That Each Friday He Would Update The List Of My 'top Ten' Friends In The Manner Of A Top Of The Pops Chart Countdown.