I am 54 and age is slowly writing itself on my face.

I abhor nothing more than bumping into someone I know on the Tube.

Obviously I am not bothered about men's fashion - is anyone, apart from Jonathan Ross?

I couldn't really see the point of having lunch unless it started at 1:00 and ended a week later in Monte Carlo.

It was Julie Burchill who decreed that, beyond a certain age, a man should not be seen in a leather jacket.

An uninspiring canvas becomes a glamorous masterpiece when it is reattributed to a better-known artist.

My sister-in-law believes that few narratives are so tightly constructed that you can't skip boring bits and still keep abreast of what's going on.