Helen Mead column: MANY of the e-mails sent to me at work are meaningless twaddle. But I was intrigued this week by one entitled 'New survey reveals Most Seductive Woman of All Time’.
Helen Mead column: I heard that on a promotional visit to the UK, Mariah Carey's dog needs a chauffeur, she needs an assistant to hold her drinks, sleeps with 20 humidifiers around her bed to maintain rainforest levels of humidity, and wants a gym to work out in.
Helen Mead column: Don’t you just hate waking up to British Summer Time? One less hour in bed, more daylight to pack with more activities, more expense, more stress all round.
Helen Mead column: For a moment I thought I was going mad. “What’s a bread bun?” asked one of my colleagues, who was joined by another bread bun sceptic.
Helen Mead column: So there I was, lying on my side on a hospital bed, in such utter discomfort, trying to conceal the embarrassment of what was taking place.
Helen Mead column: Here we go again – if I were male I’d be screaming at the barrage of patronising advice that fills newspaper columns in the run up to Valentine’s Day.
Helen Mead column: Separation anxiety. I don’t know about you, but if someone hurled that phrase in my direction I would associate it with relationships – the kind that goes on between two human beings. How wrong can you be.
