The Between the Sheets Team reveals the things that have got them going this month...
In our dreams Red Bush tea. We weren't sure about swapping a caffeinated slap about the chops every morning for something basically made from soaking old twigs. But you know, it tastes pretty damn nice, is refreshing and doesn't give us the 3.17 p.m. crash and biscuit fever that coffee and tea does. Wholesome fun (for a change!). Tina Turner at the O2. She might be seventy this year, but what's age got to do with it? Tina's live show was spectacular, a feast of all the old favourites complete with lots of leg, even more hair and a great deal of shimmying. If anything the years have only improved her voice, which is as robust and spine-tingling as it was two decades ago. And if we're strutting around like that at seventy (and have that good legs), we'll be happy. Tina, you're simply the best. M&S moussaka: it's just really good. Other people's weddings: with plenty of notice, you get about 6 months to plan a nice outfit, a weekend away and a great drinking sesh. Hours of fun, and none of the responsibility of getting married yourself. You can't tie the BtS girls down! (Cue 'Sisters are doin' it for themselves' etc etc.) Summer Sisters. Judy Blume's adult novel is published next month and it's wonderful. Everything you used to love about Judy from books like Forever and Deenie is here in bucket-loads, even though it's for an older audience. This is an extraordinary novel of reminiscence and awakening - an unforgettable story of two women, two families, and the friendships that shape a lifetime. Christopher from Masterchef. A man who looks a bit like Carter from ER and can whip up a chocolate fondant in twenty minutes is fine by us. Spring. The sun has finally appeared, the air is getting warmer and the birds are singing. Which can mean only one thing - SPRING IS HERE! Hurrah! No more tights, lighter evenings, and an excuse to eat massive chocolate eggs ... Vicky Cristina Barcelona. We went to see this and are very happy to report that it's not just for diehard Woody Allen fans. Penelope Cruz is outstanding, as officially recognized by the Academy, but we promise you'll look at Javier Bardem in a whole new sexy, sun-dappled Spanish light. Stuff of nightmares Over-filled savoury pancakes. Trying to stuff eight different kinds of cheese into the same sandwich? Think a pancake's just an excuse to wrap your dinner up in batter? Three words, people: lemon and sugar. Less is most definitely more. The truth hurts: If you used to love Party of Five or Dawson's Creek as an impressionable youngster and happen to see an old episode being aired on Sky then STOP. Be careful before you watch. Because, instead of the clutch of floppy-haired heart throbs and achingly poignant storylines you thought you knew, you'll find annoyingly whiney self-obsessed teenagers who phrase everything with 'Um, like, the thing is Bailey ...' and realise you have wasted hours of your young life trying to look and sound like a pillock. Though, you might catch a glimpse of a slightly hysterical looking Kate Hudson in PoF, as I did. The only series this does not apply to this is My So Called Life, which as we all know is the Gospel. Oscars overload. It's easy to forget at this orgy of self-congratulation that no one's actually initiated world peace (apart from Brad and Ange, of course). Tupperware: Oh, this one's gone a bit red from bolognaise. Oh, I can't find the lid for that one. Here it is. No, that's not actually the right lid. Smug mobile phone salesmen: I don't think it's that bad that I don't know what Bluetooth is, now stop smirking and give me one of your mobular telephonic units forthwith, young man!
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