Author: Metropolitan Mum

About the book II

People sometimes ask me if I find it difficult to write a book. The answer is no. The writing itself is easily done, you just sit down, open the laptop and jot down the words as they come. Writing a good book is an entirely different question, and yes, I find it very difficult to […]

It’s getting bright

Somewhere I had read about us all moving towards a look that was preliminarily reserved for the porn industry. Fake boobs, fake nails, fake tan – even hair extensions and b(l)each blond hair had initially only been associated with the world of Dirk Diggler. Since The Only Way is Essex at the latest, we should […]

Bed of Nails

In an ideal world, I’d have a private cook, a personal trainer that comes to my house and a massage therapist that takes away the strains of my lady-who-lunches lifestyle. In my world, there are Innocent Veg Pots, gruesome Pilates reformer classes and a spiky mat that is supposed to boost my overall wellbeing with […]

Champagne

I drink it when I’m happy and when I’m sad. Sometimes I drink it when I am alone. When I have company I consider it obligatory. I trifle with it if I’m not hungry and I drink it when I am. Otherwise I never touch it, unless I am thirsty. Madame Lily Bollinger