It can be easy to forget that very, very posh people still exist in London. Unless you spend a significant amount of time in the more well-to-do parts of west London you're unlikely to see these frothing thoroughbreds swanning about. When you spot one it's hard not to find yourself transfixed by every facet of their being. They appear frighteningly naive and cut off from the rest of the world; they're so well-spoken and nasal it's hard to fully understand what they're saying; and they're trapped in their own very traditional little fashion bubble, which hasn't progressed one jot in at least the last three decades. Made in Chelsea, for me,… Read more
When I look in the mirror – which, contrary to what many of may believe, doesn’t happen all that often – I no longer see Lizzie Grant, daddy’s little girl. No, I see Lana Del Rey,… Read more
I hate people who need to do things very loudly. London specifically seems to be full of them and I hate all of them. The major problem seems to be people who talk on the phone loudly and for hours. Why would you have a really personal phone call about your boyfriend’s shortcomings in the bedroom on the number 8 bus at 6 PM on a Wednesday? Read more
Hi I'm THE Charlie Sheen and I'm here to tell you about a couple things. Are you sitting comfortably? Of course you are; you're a member of the pale drifting world of the 'normal', your very… Read more