The Lady' is a piddling little magazine that no one cares about or buys.

Of one thing there is no doubt: if Paris makes demands of the heart, then Munich makes demands of the stomach.

The reason we all need a mutton alert, which needs constant testing, like smoke alarms, is because there is really no such thing as age-appropriate dressing any longer, as I know because my wardrobe is interchangeable with my daughter's.

I don't mind being called snobbish, a pain and a social climber, but being called unkind really hurts.

I am a total coffee snob and bore. If anyone makes the mistake of offering me 'a coffee' they tend to regret it - I'm worse than Mariah Carey, and the hot milk rider is completely non-negotiable.

I want 'The Lady' magazine to be restored to its traditional place in the pantheon of weekly magazines.

Don't worry about never having time to write. Just write what you can in the time you do have and give yourself a big clap on the back, followed by a double latte and a blueberry muffin.