Listen, I’m not going to lecture you: we all know that we need to eat way, way less meat – beef in particular. We also need to shop less sloppily to cut down on food waste. That is easier said than done, we can’t all live next to a butcher, baker and grocer and shop every day like it’s 1950…. View Post
While I’m at it – I ought to tell you about the podcast I am doing with Giles. It’s not a Spike podcast but you might enjoy it anyway. It’s called “Giles Coren Has No Idea” and the premise is that it is the story behind his Saturday column – where the ideas come from (me) and what jokes to… View Post
I’m going to kick off Eco Week with a sort of manifesto sent to me by a person who knows what they are talking about on condition of anonymity. It’s about clothes and it’s interesting and they have this to say: “I think we all know by this point that fast fashion is a complete environmental omnishambles. But if we… View Post
The week after next I want to run a week-long series of Eco recommendations. Not really stuff we all know about already eg. stop buying clothes, stop flying in airplanes and buy a Keep Cup, but more like those household schemes – like that loo roll Who Gives a Crap – anyone do that? – any of my Stateside readers… View Post
AKA fucking eczema. We are incredibly lucky in this house to have eczema only occasionally and mildly. We do not get the one on the face, in the eyebrows or on the knuckles of the hand, which always makes my eyes water for how dementing it must be for the sufferer. But we do get it. Last year, before we… View Post
Some of you may remember my long-ago semi serious addiction to the over the counter sleep aid Nytol. I used to take 25mg before bed because my son Sam woke up multiple times in the night and it helped me get back to sleep quickly. Then I read somewhere that prolonged use does something to your long-term memory and a… View Post
For a long time I tried to escape from where I was brought up. I grew up in a far-flung suburb of London, 15 minutes’ hard walk from the nearest tube station, which itself was so far from town that it was overground. My parents did not especially feel like they belonged in the community, which they had arbitrarily moved… View Post
I used to pack nothing when I went on holiday. Mostly because I had nothing. I could squash all my summer clothing options into one half of a small suitcase. Then I was horrified when I went away with Giles’s smart friends to find that they had 2 suitcases apiece, filled with the latest from Dodo Bar Or and Heidi… View Post
It’s a funny old thing, money. I share a joint account with my husband and all my earnings get chucked in with his. But because I don’t keep a record of what of “my” money has come in and because it’s mostly quite small compared with his salary, I feel awkward making purchases of stupid things – that I nevertheless… View Post
