To believe that one, or even three, mates can supply all the things one needs from one's friends is as stupid as believing married couples must do everything together.

My second husband believed I had such a fickle attitude to friendship that each Friday he would update the list of my 'Top Ten' friends in the manner of a Top Of The Pops chart countdown.

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.

Whenever I am sent a new book on the lively arts, the first thing I do is look for myself in the index.

Having 'best friends' is - at least for me - as outdated and small-minded a concept as the idea of 'Sunday best clothes.'

Amsterdam has more than 150 canals and 1,250 bridges, but it never seems crowded, nor bent and bitter from fleecing the tourist.

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?