Christina Ricci looked as if her upper half had obtained its own visa and was already en route to pastures new; Sarah Paulson, in bizarrely angled Louis Vuitton black (they really should stick to baggage), appeared to have been invaded by a sinister Cubist.
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So this guide is for you. Use it and you’ll never look back – or turn right when you board an aircraft –ever again.
Where CNN was a brilliant combination of historical analysis while looking to the future, ABC focused on the personality of the Prince man who is now King Charles III.
The feeling so far is that we’re in for yet another bout of tedium in which the only nod to the real Paris is the name of the city in the title.
What’s everyone got against beauty? At a time when women are being denied their very gender, this should be a time to celebrate womanhood, not consign it back to the box where it lay dormant for centuries.
And then, the request: would you give up your seat, because . . . even more hushed tones: “We have a celebrity on board who would like it.” Minutes passed. Oh, for God’s sake, speak up: who is it? La Toya Jackson.
United, at last: she was in 5K but wanted 7K. I had it.
I’ve reviewed countless numbers of TV shows relating to property; I shout at the screen when yet another couple on A Place in the Sun” have wasted an hour of my life, deciding, after viewing five properties, that they will return “in the future” (ie never) and go home to “discuss it with the family.”
Kyle Richards said possibly the most important thing ever uttered on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills this week: you really don’t want to mess with someone from Bosnia.
With the exception of Sutton, all the women look as if they’re wearing three-seater sofas on their faces, but Dorit’s lips have furnished up to a whole new level.
All the abuse did was to confirm for me that the city is everything I said it was, and it reminded me that I’d also forgotten to mention provincial, parochial and, clearly, a haven for expats who have nothing better to do than abuse others on social media.