I have always voted Labour and I always will. I have got to have one stupid, bovine part of me and that's the part that votes Labour.

Contrasting British servicemen and women with the appeasers, it is hard not to laugh. Are these two sides even the same species, let alone the same nationality? On one hand the selflessness and internationalism of the soldiers; on the other the Whites-First isolationism of the protesters. Excuse me, who are the idealists here?

Being a monarchist - saying that one small group is born more worthy of respect than another - is just as warped and strange as being a racist.

People - and I include myself - get fat because they choose pleasure over self-denial.

Big women do themselves a disservice when they attempt to become the Righteous Fat (the Righteous Thin are bad enough, all that running around and sweating, somehow believing it means anything).

I don't really care what people tell children - when you believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy, one more fib won't hurt. But I am infuriated by the growing notion, posited in some touchy-feely quarters, that all women are, or can be, beautiful.

The Feminist Me says that a woman's right to her own body should be inviolate at all times, free from fear of peeping paps.