Monarchists frequently declare that without the royal family, Britain would be 'nothing.' What a woeful lack of love for one's country such statements express.

Families, generally, suck. And I say that as someone who, like my husband, had parents who proved the proverbial exception to the rule.

It may be a cliché, but it's true - the build-up to Christmas is so much more pleasurable than the actual day itself.

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.

Monarchists frequently declare that without the royal family, Britain would be 'nothing.' What a woeful lack of love for one's country such statements express.

I almost choke on my popcorn when I hear film stars, who walk on red carpets as much as the rest of us do on zebra crossings, criticising youngsters who crave fame.

When I moved to Brighton from London in 1995, I was struck by what I thought of as its townliness. A town, it seemed to me, was that perfect place to live, neither city nor country, both of which like to think they are light years apart but actually have a great deal in common.