Fatty acids: food for thought. Published in The Independent.
Really, what chance do fatty acids have? Nothing about the name makes you want to befriend them. The question of whether you’re getting enough in your…
Plenty more fish in the sea? Published in The Guardian.
Knowledge can be such a burden. Knowing about fish – I’m a fisherman – is great. I can tell the difference between a sea trout and…
Never mind the calories, think low GI. Published in The Independent.
Between the time I left home, aged 22, and 14 years later, things went rather awry. Portions got bigger; meals became less balanced because of busyness;…
It’s dress down every day in Britain. Published in The Observer.
We should never have got rid of starch. That’s what done us in. The moment we stopped starching collars and let them flap all over the…
When I sewed the royal hem. Published in The New Statesman
The year was 1984. The autumn leaves were golden, almost as majestic and beautiful, warm but regal, empathetic but distant, in their way, as she was.…
The most dangerous trousers in the world. Published in The Guardian.
When it came, I always knew Mother Fashion’s revenge would be cruel. That she would spawn something so seductive that all attempts at style and beauty…
When a gentleman’s skin is too pale. Election 2001. Published in The New Statesman.
Oh dear. William Hague was so ahead in the sartorial polls, but now he’s gone and blown it. He decided on a change of shirt colour…
Oooh, suits you, sir. Election 2001. Published in The New Statesman
Should you meet a politician in the next few weeks, and not be certain of his politics by his conversation (so few of them express a…
Beware the hair that rises. Election 2001. Published in The New Statesman
A few years ago, as he accompanied a group of journalists to a British military camp in Bosnia, Michael Portillo showed that he had his priorities…
The military invades the catwalk. Published in The New Statesman
In the days when I used to be something in the fashion world, the team would sit up all night going through transparencies to pick out…
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