Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.

One Christmas build-up tradition, however, has totally bypassed me - that of going up to town and doing a show.

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

I'll declare my own interest right here at the start and admit that, like the vast majority of people, I find youthful looks appealing.

Intersectionality may well sound like some unfortunate bowel complaint resulting in copious use of a colostomy bag, and indeed it does contain a large amount of ordure.

As a child, I wanted only two things - to be left alone to read my library books, and to get away from my provincial hometown and go to London to be a writer. And I always knew that when I got there, I wanted to make loads of money.

I just have a real problem with people who seek to portray fatness or thinness as moral concepts.