Yes, Peaches Teaches! The worst agony aunt column EVER in the history of EVER. And oh my god! Agony aunts in general are awful. But really, truly there’s nothing like seeking advice from PEACHES GELDOF. Never mind that I don’t believe anyone really sends their problems to Peaches Teaches. I refuse to believe anyone is [...]
Or, the worst book club ever.
Oh! children of future generations. One day some of you will come across this in your grandmother’s house. You’ll ask her what the fuck this is about only for your septuagenarian ancestor to babble about her love for a fictional beige-clad Volvo-driving prude, reveal her oeuvre of Alternate Universe fanfiction and [...]
On a recent trip to Cornwall, I was disappointed when an attempted quest to a promising looking stone structure (a quest for a magical artifact, naturally) was scuppered by a very high fence, an unamused looking security guard and a sign saying ‘by appointment only’. As anyone else who spent a part of their childhood [...]
So, I grew up on Sweet Valley High books. I had pretty much the entire lot and those I didn’t have often arrived in the form of too-exciting-to-be-true-packages (admittedly on loan) from my intercontinental cousins. The wise words of Francine Pascal and her army of minions, through the perfectly shaped mouths of Jessica and Elizabeth [...]
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Posted 01 July 2009
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Being British, I rejoice in the use of swear words in casual conversation. I love to curse and swear and so does my grandmother. My father likes to swear so much he wrote an entire book dedicated to the subject. True.
Americans however, hate flippant swearing and as such, often find us British terribly offensive. All [...]
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Posted 19 June 2009
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