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Loving
That the end of lent is in sight . . . not long before we can eat our bodyweight in chocolate, just ’cause we can!
Sunny weekends – the sunniest winter Britain’s ever seen, apparently!
DCI Gene Hunt. Ashes to Ashes; lust to lust . . .
Daffodils. Happy flowers!
The rumour that Steve Guttenberg is destined for America’s Dancing with the Stars. Now that’s something we really have to see
SATC movie trailers: Just too much excitement to handle. The delight at the prospect of all those NY shoes and men and frocks is bubbling over. Must. Not. Squeal.
Cheese on toast: There’s never a bad time. Two rounds for me, please.
The Juno soundtrack: Makes us feel all young and hip and indie, especially with lovely lyrics like ‘If you were a wink, I know I’d be a nod’.
Strawberry laces: Impossible to eat in a way that doesn’t make you look seven but ultimately the most fun you can have with an edible string of chemically flavoured gelatine. Yum!
Loathing
The return of the jumpsuit! Repeat after us: ‘We promise not dress like MC Hammer, even if Sienna does’. So wrong the first time and super bad now
The end of Masterchef. Withdrawal doesn’t get tougher than this
That ad for scented candles where the man runs a bath for his girlfriend and then gets into it himself. Get out of my bath! And take your fake tea-lights with you, you weirdo
Body brushing: When does it ever become effective in the slightest? Who began this vigorous body scratching practice and why? Sadists.
The Skins ageing effect: Reminds us that there is no way in hell we could pull off denim shorts with braces and an acid pink vest. Therefore we are OLD. Also makes our teenage years of netball and Just Seventeen reading seem dull to say the least.
Dip-dyed clothing: We predict rails full of these oddly coloured specimens in the sale aisles come the end of the summer. Sometimes fashion is just plain ugly.
Posted 14/03/2008 15:33:04 by Women's fiction team with 0 comments.