cool

I've been thinking a lot about the Cool Girl and what it is that makes her so interesting. Who doesn't want to be the Cool Girl? Hip, clever, individual, insouciant, sexy maybe, gorgeous (but on her own terms and let's face it, it isn't really about looks) and strong.
In case you hadn't noticed, it's hot! We're in Staffordshire - land locked and uncomfortable for two children (one three-year-old and one four months). I've taken some measures to try to keep the house and everyone in it cool - even the dog! Here's our top five for keeping you cool or at least slightly less clammy...
Do I burn my bras? Nah! Do I go out walking the streets for equal pay for men and women in the work place? Nope! But not through not wanting to, from life swallowing me up. But do I have a voice when I am standing up for what I believe in? Hell, yes, I do!
I walk around the far side of the building into Spuistraat and there I find not a rack of bicycles but a black limo delivering a guest to the city's newest hip hotel, the W Amsterdam.
Four years after the fear and fury over the UK riots, and some months after the much hyped displeasure about Britain's top
There are a lot of animals out there that are really cute, funny and lovable. There are also some very special animals and insects that have talents far beyond their physical appearance. Some that can help the earths depleting resources and others that are just plain fascinating. So here are 5 animals with some very extraordinary talents.
In effect, the mask of cool represents a certain stylised suffering and compels wonder in an outside observer: Who is this person? What has she or he experienced?... It is a performance of emotional self-control that demands the suppression of a range of emotions.
Apple has retained its title as the coolest brand in Britain for the third year but Twitter has fallen out of favour to make
Over the past few weeks it's been hard to swing a sunburned shoulder without hitting some sage advice on the subject of keeping cool in the 'heatwave'. Judging by the tone of rising hysteria if you're not at this very moment stuffing your fridge with pillows while running a tepid bath and eating a curry then hell mend you.
Who wants my precious spare ticket to this weekend's Bruce Springsteen gig? Really. Because I desperately need someone to tell me I'm not a boring, uncool, faded jeans, slightly-paunched, greying, 40-something rocker whose refusal to grow up is no longer charming but worrying.