"Don't be a coward Boris, man up and show the nation you can cope with the intense scrutiny the most difficult job in the country will involve."
If the rumours that swelled this week are to be believed – that Rory Stewart followed in his father’s footsteps by joining MI6 – then he has done the decent thing. Although life as a spy may have brought opportunities his way, he has kept quiet about his alleged incognito career, and tried to build a new life: just what former Secret Intelligence Service recruits are supposed to do. When we leave, we even sign documents stating that we will not make use of our previous employment. But not all of us achieve that.
The Tory leadership hopefuls battled it out on live TV this week, and alongside the bluster and grand proclamations, social media lit up when Rory Stewart whipped off his tie half way through the debate. Was the former army officer going full Hulk and readying himself to tackle Boris Johnson to the ground? Was he simply showing that he was getting hot and bothered?
I don’t remember meeting Karen, because we’d known each other from early childhood. Our mothers were very close – they had met at the age of seven, gone to the same school and stayed friends into adulthood.
If you are anything like me, you’ll treat the T-shirts in your wardrobe as an afterthought. Whether you’re committed to all things style-centric or couldn’t care less about the contents of your wardrobe, there are much more exciting things to consider first when it comes to clothing; sleek coats, sharp suits, luxe sneakers.
Father's Day, the official calendar date to honour our wonderful dads and celebrate fatherhood, is here.
Father's Day, the official calendar date to honour our wonderful dads and celebrate fatherhood, is just around the corner.
HBO’s epic fantasy Game of Thrones is the sort of thing that was once reserved for the super geeky, but has now hacked and dismembered its way to the mainstream. With the eighth and final season coming to an end, what a better time than right now to throw a Westeros-themed party filled with chalices of mead and ale.
In the age of outrage, a recent article by former Vogue editor Alexandra Shulman taking a dim view of 50 year old model Helena Christensen wearing a lace bustier has fed the social media shark chum. Smelling blood in the water, everyone has piled on to defend Christensen, including a range of A-listers.
Soon-to-be grandfather Thomas Markle Snr, a self-described "footnote in one of the greatest moments in history", has become something of an unofficial patriarch to The Duchess of Sussex's estranged family relations.
HBO’s epic fantasy Game of Thrones is the sort of thing that was once reserved for the super geeky, but has now hacked and dismembered its way to the mainstream. As we get closer to the eighth and final season of Game of Thrones, what a better time than right now to throw a Westeros-themed party filled with chalices of mead and ale.
Michael Fabricant, the politician who looks like the curious love child of Anthea Turner and Worzel Gummidge, isn’t the first to spring to mind as a style setter, despite that signature sweep of sandy locks that could double as floor mop. But the Conservative MP was spotted today in a scarf that’s become something on a phenomenon amongst a small pocket of south Londoners; the football scarf of Dulwich Hamlet FC.
Spring presents some unique – not to mention trying – style challenges, particularly given the increasingly unpredictable nature of the weather.
I can’t be the only one whose friends’ children are preserved in chrysalises of nostalgia. For years I’d watched my friends get married and spawn offspring, but I’d never considered that their kids might fancy getting hitched, too. So, when the invitation to my friend’s daughter’s wedding slopped onto my doormat, it wasn’t just an ‘invitation’, it was a memento mori. Was I terrified? Slightly.
A campaigner who came forward with allegations of historical sexual abuse said it was “surreal” to receive a national award from the Prince of Wales on Wednesday.
I must make myself cut-crystal clear. This is not about ‘common’ in the hackneyed U and non-U sense. Nothing to do with whether one says toilet or mirror or mantelpiece… though a few words – ‘meal’, for instance, or ‘pardon’ and ‘serviettes’ – do, I fear, carry the stigma, to which I would add going ‘bless you’ when someone sneezes.