COLUMN | Mary Mary
As a child my parents were occasionally like a composite of the characters in the sit-com “The Good Life”. Like Margot and Jerry Ledbetter, they were a teaming mass of […]
COLUMN | Fat On The Inside
I’ve never been a fan of exercise. I don’t suit Lycra, sweat just standing still and don’t like any activity that you can’t do and smoke a cigarette at the […]
COLUMN | Spring Cleaning
It’s that time of year when the sun shines (on and off) and we go to work on and off due to a string of bank holidays. If you’re anything […]
COLUMN | North and South
It’s almost one year since I moved to London from the Midlands and it’s been an interesting experience. My friends fell into two camps. They were either horrified that I […]
COLUMN | 1967 And All That
I often feel such apathy when it comes to politics and I’m a little ashamed of this. We live in an age of complacency when we often feel that having […]
COLUMN | The Fainting Couch
This week has seen me languishing on my sofa. ’ve always been a sickly person from childhood onwards with migraines, infections, joint pains and a general lack of robustness. This […]
COLUMN | Deep Down
There are lots of things that I really like about myself. I have quite pretty blue eyes (if I do say so myself). I can eat a whole pack of […]
COLUMN | Super(Gay)Man
I was watching an interiors program the other night and, unsurprisingly, the majority of male participants were gay. This led me to ponder why it is that gay people are […]
COLUMN: Dogging
The only time I’ve ever contemplated getting myself tattooed was when I owned a dog. I considered having a banner reading: “Never Get Another Dog, Ever”, on my arm. This […]
COLUMN | Chris Bridges’ That Was The Year That Was
It’s that time of year when we all get reflective, and occasionally sentimental and mawkish, thinking about the past year. I’m definitely not going to do that. Instead, I thought […]
COLUMN | Sunny With A Chance of Cloud
I was looking out of my kitchen window the other day and watching the sky. It was a sunny day but with banks of clouding blowing past. I don’t become […]