What’s With…Henry VIII and His Six Wives

Once upon a time, a rather portly, ginger, crazy ol’ wife-killer, named Henry ruled England. Now, Henry VIII was a naughty king and prone to doing exactly what he wanted, and what he wanted most was a son – and a wife who didn’t give him any hassle. In his…

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What’s With…The Kardashians

5 Minute Read Don’t know your Khloe from your Kourtney? Me Neither. Not been keeping up with the Kardashians? Me neither. Don’t Give a Toss? Me Neither. Having said that, there comes a point in life when something has been on your peripheral vision for so long – say, Nigel…

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Fantasy Dinner With…President Macron

2 Minute Read Where We’d Meet I’d pop over to Paris to meet the rather dishy French President Emmanuel Macron (recently named The Sexiest Politician Alive by Glamour magazine) in Brasserie Lipp in Saint-Germain   What We’d Wear The handsome devil would turn up in a sharp navy suit, a…

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Fantasy Dinner With…Banksy

2 Minute Read Where We’d Meet We’d meet for breakfast in Banksy’s The Walled Off Hotel in Bethlehem, which overlooks the barrier that separates Israel from the Palestinian territories The 10-room hotel, with the strapline, The Worst View of any Hotel in the World, is the West Bank’s answer to…

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Fantasy Dinner With…Jerry Hall

2 Minute Read Where We’d Meet Le Club 55 on the beach in St Tropez, not far from Jerry’s home in Cote d’Azur What We’d Wear Jerry would rock up in an Emilio Pucci maxi, K. Jacques sandals and a simple straw bag. I wouldn’t quite pull off Jet Set.…

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Fantasy Dinner With…Queen Elizabeth II

2 Minute Read Where We’d Meet A palace or one of her castles would be lovely.  The Scottish ones – Holyrood in Edinburgh or Balmoral in Royal Deeside – would work for me, but hey, I’d be happy to jump a train to London and catch up in Buckingham Palace or…

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Fantasy Dinner With…Melania Trump

2 Minute Read Where We’d Meet… The Russian Tea Room in New York.  It’s dark, Eastern European and just around the corner from Trump Tower…but far from Washington and The Donald. We’d settle ourselves into a discrete red velvet booth at the back. What We’d Wear… Melania would be a…

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