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What a week – a plethora of eruptions; Meg and Hazza bare their crest on court-life within the walls of the British Monarchy, jousting Piers Morgan to unceremoniously lob his Action Man out of his 400-horsepower pushchair, and Mount Etna bestows Sicily with a welcome distraction from contagious microorganisms. Dynasty-shaking allegations (giving the Mediterranean’s largest … Read more‘The Lady Doth Curtsy Too Much, We Thinks’

Goooood funking lord – we’re still amidst this Brexit-esque pandemic, incarcerated in yet another lockdown; while the Brazilian, South African and Kent variants globe-trot – clocking up more air miles than most.  The past twelve months have had the Tiger Woods brake-pads effect on the general public; your sourdough creations are now receiving bitter receptions, if … Read moreWe’re In A Funk, We’re In A Funk, We’re In A F-F-U, F-U-N-K

Hallelujah and praise Dries Van Noten, the Holy Grail of retail has reopened its Grade II listed, metallic/soiled-bonze gateway to Kenzo, Comme des Garçons, and Tom Ford Promised Land.   We can all breathe a sigh of relief as our drapery, objet d’art, and eau de parfum oracle’s escalators can once again bear the weight … Read moreSod The Seafront, The Lavs Are Open At Selfridges

We’ve all sat around a buffed silver candelabra-lit table during a dinner gatherette positioned next to duller than dull; you might as well not have paid for your blow-dry, as Spitfire-chops exudes Blackwall-Tunnel’s-worth of hot air pre the petit fours emerging – oxygen inhalation irrelevant – without so much as a flicker on interest into … Read moreYou’re So Vain, You Probably Think This Blog Is About You

For over 90% of you, the illustrations below are as natural as inhaling oxygen, putting one Gucci loafer in front of the other, slipping into a pair of clean lacy under-crackers come sunrise – inbuilt, your moral compass simply points towards: “what would you like?”, “it’s my turn”, “no, let me get this”.   When one hosts din-dins, … Read moreCrouching Tight-Arse, Hidden Wallet

Bozo BoJo and his band of Monty Python advisors have spoken – come 15th June non-essential shops can dust off their Spring/Summer wear and rev up the tills, as long they keep to stiff control-the-virus rules.  Easy peasy – we in Blighty love rigid regulations.  If you’re a tad worried about not being able to see the perspex divides … Read moreHigh Street Hell-Fire

The UK is still amid lockdown, most of the population are nudging their cursor hourly from home, and over 20% of the employed are furloughed – with not even a 3 Watt LED energy-efficient bulb at the end of a rather infectious tunnel.  There’s no doubt we all have our coping mechanisms in amongst this … Read moreSurrender Your Mind In Furlough

Under the incarceration status quo, we’re as knowledgeable re the softening of the ministerial grip, as we are with the future of catwalk crazes and high-street collections, never mind what drapery to don during Zoom gather-ettes and Skype sauvignon-sess-es.  Has Spring/Summers been skirted?  Does one now only focus on Autumn/Winter looks?  Will we be able … Read moreDo Shoot When You Can See The Whites Of Their Socks

Blooming, presumably, we all dreamt of being ‘results-driven’, ‘thought leaders’, and ‘Content Kings’ – and Queens, or just Queens.  Mastering the not-so-fine-art of corporate buzzwords, phrases, and jargon; sitting in endless meetings deliberating over “whose budget is this coming out of”, the ‘Customer Lifecycle’ – as well as the soupçon inflated sales team’s pipe-line.  And, … Read moreEtiquette Within The Corporate Confines

The egg-citement is brewing as we’re hippity hoppiting ever closer to four glorious days of hot sofa-bound buns, custody chocolate egg hunts; and you’ve more chance of a clearer conflab with a relapsed Lindsay Lohan, trapped down a rabbit hole, than a Zoom chinwag with Great Aunt Maude in Bognor – every cloud. Three weeks … Read moreResurrect For Easter Isolation