The Lady' Is A Piddling Little Magazine

I Talk To Bankers, Distributors, Marketing People. I Used To Sit At Home In My Tracksuit Bottoms, And The Real Excitement Of My Day Would Be Going Out To Get A Copy Of Private Eye And A Latte.

I Think Everyone Can Recognize The One-upmanship And The Competition That Go On Wherever You Are, Especially Among Groups Where The Women Don't Have To Hold Down Office Jobs And Instead Get In A Total Snit About Who Won The Longest Carrot Contest Or Took First Prize For Summer Chutney In The August Fete.

I'm Worried About Looking Like A Bad Person When, In Fact, I Try To Be A Good Person. I Don't Like The Public Image That I've Been Dressed With And It Worries Me.

The Reason We All Need A Mutton Alert, Which Needs Constant Testing, Like Smoke Alarms, Is Because There Is Really No Such Thing As Age-appropriate Dressing Any Longer, As I Know Because My Wardrobe Is Interchangeable With My Daughter's.

I Don't Mind Being Called Snobbish, A Pain And A Social Climber, But Being Called Unkind Really Hurts.