Now, Stuart, as you will discover if you have not done so already, believes that the principal raison d'etre of food is to conceal from public view the hideous pattern on the plate beneath.

You need one of those slave-driving old studio bosses if you ask me, not a sensitive graduate who went into movies because he liked the clouds in Antonioni and…

This is I have to admit, one murky compartment of the female psyche which has yet to benefit from the oven-scourer of Reason.

I read Hemingway's posthumous Paris memoirs, rumoured to have been written by his wife (`Out of the question,' Toni assured me, `they're so badly written they …

If you have questions about this salad, give your server the spinach inquisition.

When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred, He quoth: 'A large cold bottle, and a small hot bird!'

God this stuff isn't getting to me - the shootings, the knifings, the beatings. Old ladies being bashed in the head for their social security checks. Nah that …