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

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.

Women, more often than not, do things which aren't remotely relaxing but are all about preening, which is just another sort of work.

When actresses jump on the anti-Iraq bandwagon, they often combine down-home momism with an ignorance of Islamist intent which is truly awesome.

Only those who haven't got the wit to speak for themselves would ever want their clothes to do it for them.

Punk was over in two years. That was the only damn good thing about it.

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).