A good part - and definitely the most fun part - of being a feminist is about frightening men.

Blakes Hotel in South Kensington was a particular favourite of mine during what I affectionately think of as my Restless Years.

The latest twist on the pampering concept is spa parties, where a group of friends take over an entire spa.

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

I've never been nostalgic, personally or politically - if the past was so great, how come it's history?

The money I pay for my cultural experiences came willingly from my own pocket - they were not the result of bread being removed from the mouths of the poor so that Miss Thing here could mince off to the circus smelling of roses.

Is the raggle-taggle Brangelina tribe any more bogus than that of the landlocked yummy mummy who believes that she can drop half a dozen brats and still keep a modest carbon footprint? I don't think so.