Sunday Afternoon: Stranger Than Fiction
When I was living in London, I worked at a shop in Putney called Julian Graves. (For all my American readers, Julian Graves is like Harry…
Do You Swing?
Half an hour before The Wedding Date and I are due at my friend’s dinner party on Saturday night, my phone rings. It’s him, and he’s…
A Blissfully Groggy Monday Morning
Well folks, I’ve survived my first television appearance. It wasn’t nearly as glamorous as I’d hoped it would be (the security folks didn’t even want to…
After I Quit My Day Job Goes to 30 Rock
Last night, I had a horrible dream. I was trying to figure out what to wear and my room was a mess and there were clothes…
How to Get a Girl to Stay the Night
Those of you who’ve been following my love life for some time may recall that I penned the following in response to my ill-fated visit to…
