Forget nascent crow’s feet, I realised I was the wrong side of 35 when this morning I found myself merrily singing along to Dido’s ‘Thank You’ in the car, thinking, ‘This is actually a really nice song, I don’t know why I was always so down on her,’ the other giveaway being that the radio was tuned to Magic FM.
Mostly I listen to Radio 4, honest, but sometimes, when I’m driving alone, I like to channel my inner minicab driver by turning the heating up high and playing Magic FM at full volume.
I also know I’m old because I can’t bear this haircut:
I don’t get the fuss about Lady Gaga and the TV celebrity I’d most like to meet is Justin Fletcher from Gigglebiz.
He’s better than he looks in this picture.
I don’t know if that’s seven, but it feels like enough. Somebody pass the Advanced Night Repair.
I have a soft spot for those style guides written by slightly bossy, self-appointed taste arbiters, such as Rita Konig. So after hearing 80s supermodel Ines de la Fressange talk about her new book Parisian Chic on Radio 4 Woman’s Hour, I’d bought it before you could say, ‘Hmmm, Amazon One-Click: not a guaranteed great idea.’
For a start, it’s a style guide to Paris. Which, since I’m not going to Paris, makes it almost entirely redundant. There are, however, substantial chapters on what to wear, along with the usual tips on how to have a chi-chi dinner party, etc. Much of the advice is of the crashingly obvious kind (‘Nowadays, red and white wine are fine for everyone… For non-drinkers, water and fruit juices are perfect.’) But it’s hard for books to offer fashion advice because they’ve dated before they’ve left the presses. (‘Who would wear a pleated skirt?’ she scoffs. Well, everyone who tried – and failed – to get their hands on this one, for a start.)
In fact I was surprised at how cliche some of her style tips were. Trench coats get a big plug, for instance, as do ballerinas, straight-leg jeans and even Breton tops. You wonder why she didn’t go the whole hog and recommend berets and strings of onions.
Not bad for 54 though, huh?