So I’m getting into make-up. Or as my pal Colette was known to say, ‘manky’. I don’t why I find that so très amusant but I do.

I’m having a bash a the old wingèd eyeliner. See what I did there? I went all Shakespeare on your ass.

Tell me what you think. This:

or this:

or even this?

and now, for my final act, I present the token disinterested blogger picture

I love how Photobooth makes everyone so self-obsessed.

Knowing More Than You Thought


“Do you know any gay people?” Sir Ian McKellen asks the class. Silence. Heads shake. “Well, you do now. I’m gay.” It’s my turn to speak up. “You know two now. I used to go to this school — and I’m gay,” I offer. “You know three now,” a sixth-former chips in. The other pupils don’t look too surprised, and he seems admirably comfortable in his sexuality. Silence. Then: “Erm. Well. You know four now.” Heads shoot around to see a uniformed boy, leaning close to Sir Ian. Mouths fall slightly open — including mine — but nobody speaks. Then Sir Ian says, in that mellifluous voice of his, “Well. How about that? It turns out we all know quite a few more gay people than we thought we did.”

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