Tales from the Powder Room

Discretion may well be the better part of valour, but Scott women, along with driving and pretending to like people we don't, find it hard to keep a secret.

Despite all the running, the pole dancing and now yoga, I'm too happy to be thin.

When I was growing up, my family never talked about money, religion or politics.

Imagine being an economist is a little bit like being Jack Nicholson in The Shining. Rattling around the Overlook Hotel, writing "all work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy", over and over on the walls. Red rum. Red rum.

This year, my New Year's Resolution was to say Yes - to everything. No matter what the universe sent my way, I'd say "yes" to it. Highlights thus far including playing a corpse, pole dancing, and learning to love the skinny.

Cousin Thorkild hails from Denmark.

Siamese cats have notoriously weak stomachs.

By the time you read this I will be a wiener.

"But I've got such lovely fingers," I wailed to the bike shop man as he drove me to A&E.

Today is my birthday. Please, no presents (obviously I don't mean that: the ODT will be happy to provide a forwarding address - for large items a courier charge may apply).