Category: Beauty
It’s that time of year again: on comes my blogging hat and out comes my inner-spewing AKA my annual end-of-year review. I really relish this Twixmas period: a time for over-indulgence, eating, sequins, reflection, drinking, family, drinking some more, and generally getting my life in order. And while everyone said …
If you’re one of the millions who’ve already been through the joys and sorrows of the “aural literature” that is the S-Town (aka ‘Shit Town’) podcast, you’ll know what I’m talking about. If you’re not, not to worry: there are no spoilers here. There’s been much discourse already over the …
I do enjoy me a lovely, weird year. This one’s been at times a peach, and at others a bastard, although generally I’m quite happy with it. At any rate, I figured it was worth giving it a good meme. They’re fun and cathartic to do, but please don’t feel obliged to …
For purity, silence and uncensored relaxation, you need to get your stressed, aching bones to the hydrotherapy spa – SenSpa – at the very English Careys Manor, New Forest. Boasting oodles of awards and accolades, this Thai temple of watery wonders is like no spa you’ve ever experienced. To start …
Well here we are again, inevitably. It’s a New Year, and time for a fresh look ‘n’ feel update to The Edible Editor. Scarily, this is my fourth year with this blog, and while it hasn’t always been as frequently updated as I’d have liked (who am I kidding), it …
I always imagined that for my first ever night at the opera I would behave much like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman: crying so much as to almost pee my pants/liking it more than Pirates of Penzance.
A few weeks ago, I put myself forward as a volunteer to be a performer at the Olympics 2012 Ceremonies. Sworn to secrecy, I couldn’t possibly divulge anything we were asked to do (the first rule of Olympics volunteering is that you don’t talk about Olympics volunteering). But I doubt …
Forced to sort though endless boxes from the attic at my parents’ house one weekend of late, I came across my university coursework. An English Literature student to the core, I prided myself on five-hour working weeks, drunk creative writing and a propensity for pashminas. I imagined myself to be …
On the 26th July 2011, Amy Winehouse was cremated. This strikes me as slightly strange since burial, not cremation, is the traditional Jewish rite. But I can understand the will that her grave not be made into a shrine. An equivalent to the Jim Morrison Paris pilgrimage to Edgwarebury Cemetery …
Unless I’m lying on a beach, it’s not all that often I devour a book in a day. Usually I squeeze reading in when I can – on the tube, on a bench at lunchtime, before I go to sleep. Even though I’m a pretty fast reader, it’ll take me …