I Will Not Drink More Than Fourteen

I Like L.a. It's Like A Mini Break. For A Writer, It's Hilarious. Like The Food. Where I Come From, We Eat Chip Sandwiches: White Bread, Butter, Tomato Catsup And Big Fat French Fries. It's Delicious. Here, You Order A Creme Caramel And The Waiter Says, 'you Know, That Contains Dairy.

I'm No Good At Anything. Not Men. Not Social Skills. Not Work. Nothing.

Oh, God, I'm So Lonely. An Entire Weekend Streching Ahead With No One To Love Or Have Fun With. Anyway, I Don't Care. I've Got A Lovely Steamed Ginger Pudding From M&s To Put In The Microwave.

Nobody Wants To Be Racist And I Think That Most People Aren't.

As Women Glide From Their Twenties To Thirties, Shazzer Argues, The Balance Of Power Subtly Shifts. Even The Most Outrageous Minxes Lose Their Nerve, Wrestling With The First Twinges Of Existential Angst: Fears Of Dying Alone And Being Found Three Weeks Later Half-eaten By An Alsatian.