I Want 'the Lady' Magazine

When I'm Called Unkind... That Really Cuts To The Quick. You Can Say Anything Else That You Like About Me.

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.

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.

Being Blonde, For Me, Means Never Having To Say: 'i'll Have The Honey-striped Half-head Of Highlights For £200,' To A Bored Colourist In A Mayfair Salon, Which Is Much More Satisfying, Not To Mention Cheap.