It’s taken me so long to find my favorite photo, so I’m most untimely, but here it is.

What does that kid at the back know that I don’t… he looks like he’s undressing me with his eyes.

HA! Just kidding. Well the house looks like that but I sure as hell don’t.

I’ll take the shoes, gloves and jewellery but I think I’ll pass on the dress thanks.

Peaches Geldof and pals on The Selby today. WOW. Fabulous teen angst reading list.

Check it out - let’s see what we got: Pynchon, Jung, Paglia, Thoreau, Cervantes, Asimov, Lessing, Vonnegut, Coehlo and a healthy dose of self-helpy type numbers.

The Celestine Prophesies? Check.

It’s hilarious and great. Epecially when you contrast this with the interview.

I like to think this is what my boxes of books for Uni were like when I packed to go, before I realised that almost the whole place was made up of Singaporean marketing students, engineering students and a few lesbians.  Hanging with the latter ensured that The Mists of Avalon was summer reading, and I did have a book called Women Who Run With The Wolves. (Hi Mel and Gina!)

Now my bookshelves are far less high-minded and self-concious. Wodehouse, cookbooks, trash, biogs, rudeys, dog training guides and piccy books.

Just off to colour code them now…

…this time courtesy ACNE.

I’ll just look at this and try to forget that they’re letting Kate Moss for Topshop into their archive….

NOOOOOooooo……

Tiffany Bozic

I haven’t worn a watch for years and years (and years!) so with the credit crunch looming and general financial and moral despair all over Radio 4, I am doing the perverse and thinking about “investing” in one. Hermès, thanks.

Via Ebay Fashion which, god help me, I just stumbled across.

Weekdays on the left, weekends on the right…