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

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.

The outfits come and go but there is a constant that I like about the catwalk model: the snotty expression.

If you want to write something of length, however modern and radical, you must live the life of an elderly gentleman of the 1950s.

It is more interesting to be compared to someone famous, because it lets you gauge what perceptions people have about your appearance.

The moon puts on an elegant show, different every time in shape, colour and nuance.

I see my large nose, like half an avocado. I broke it falling downstairs when I was six, and it now resembles a large blob of play-dough.