Judging by the number of deckchair dwellers lined up on Brighton beach like battery hens, it seems we’re all enjoying the final days of summer. Which means (much to my dismay) that Autumn is just around the corner; ready to impose its ugly, chilly, flu inducing self upon us. Some people love this time of year....
Ever wondered what became of the white rabbit and the mad hatter? Literary lover Hannah from Palindrome Poppet recently visited the Alice in Wonderland themed Richmond Tea Rooms in Manchester. Here’s what she thought… If someone asked me to go wander round aimlessly down the dark alleyways surrounding Canal Street, I’d wonder if they’d recently suffered a...
Like a bad date, low fat, carb free dinners tend to leave you empty, unfulfilled and desperately craving one of those 367 million calorie melt in the middle chocolate puddings. I can’t claim that my latest culinary favourite is *quite* as delicious as cheese covered chips, but considering how kind it’ll be to your thighs,...
Hoxton Salon may be a five minute walk from Old Street station, but you won’t find any hipster pretensions. With its funky red brick walls and friendly staff, it maintains an East London feel without the Nathan Barley attitude and hip hop meets techno soundtrack. Plus you get plied with free glasses of bubbly when you arrive. ...
Giving a Segway to a girl with almost zero coordination is like watching a baby deer trying to escape the clutches of an enraged mountain lion on a skateboard. Dangerous, adrenalin fuelled and guaranteed to end in tears. In the end there was no weeping. (I’m a brave like that.) But there was a rather...
The Clark Kent of the fish world, salmon is one the world’s greatest superfoods. Packed with Omega 3 fatty acid and vitamins, it’s not only good for your heart, it’ll also make your skin glow like one of those swooshy haired chicks in a Ralph Lauren commercial. (Fisherman’s Weekly didn’t pay me to write this, you can...
I hate Primark. I hate the pile of animal print polyester that lies on the floor like slaughtered jungle cats. I hate negotiating my way round hoards of pushy girls ransacking the store for that elusive £1 synthetic leather boob tube. It’s more traumatic than watching the Hunger Games with surround sound. Don’t get me...
After a gruelling few days on a (fairly ineffectual) health kick I have discovered three things. 1.) There’s a large part of me that would rather be eaten by a bear then get up to go jogging at 7.30am. 2.) Apples are not appropriate dessert food and 3.) Omelettes are a source of magical power....
I’ve never been a huge fan of British flag waving events. Cooing like a sexually aroused pigeon over an unelected monarchy or a team of tantrum throwing footballers always struck me as faintly ridiculous. I’ve no desire to steal the magic for those who enjoy such union jack fuelled festivities; it’s just never been my...
Here is a guest blog from the very lovely beauty writer Laura, on pastel hair colours. I might have to try it out next time I’m practising my Nicki Minaj rap. (Which you’ll be pleased to know is coming along nicely.) How to: DIY Hair Chalking Who else fell in love with Lauren Conrad’s cute...
Despite my desperate pleas to the great and powerful Gods of Sunshine, a thick blanket of cloud has taken up permanent residence over the UK. And since window smashing hail stones began falling from the sky like a scene from a low budget apocalypse movie, we’re keener than ever to claw our way out of this sodden little...
Hairless vaginas used to belong to pre-pubescent girls and those preparing for invasive gynaecological surgery. But these days it’s become a socially expected norm for young women to wander round with their nethers plucked like a pre stuffed Christmas Turkey. Scores of women will claim this World War 3 style attack on body hair or desire...
