Wrecked on the Isle of Wight (Minus a Ship)
Let me just say that rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated. It was like a scene from out of an Agatha Christie whodunnit: an old manor house, a…
Facebook: The Anti-Social Social Network
You know that expression “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”? Well, how about “Hell hath no fury like a social networker scorned”? A couple of weeks ago I…
Three Essex Boys and a Loft
How many eligible single women out there can claim they’ve had three Essex boys in their loft? What about how many eligible single erotic-fiction writing women? Bet you can’t even…
Bespoke in the East End
(Sunday S&M lunch…) Can someone please tell me what in hell is up with this “bespoke” business? Lately I’ve been seeing it all over the place. The first time was…
