eccentric

It was dapper suits, vintage frocks and cucumber sandwiches all round at the Chap Olympiad in Sussex, a contest with a very British twist. The annual event is a celebration of British eccentricities, where contestants could take part in umbrella jousting, have a go at moustache tug-of-war, or even try their hand at pouring tea while riding a bicycle.
For decades I didn't feel like I belonged anywhere. As far back as I can remember, it was difficult to "fit in". My mother was always saying "Why can't you be more like this person or that person?" I wondered that, too. I tried as hard as I could but somehow, it just didn't quite work. I didn't think like other people. And I was often misunderstood.
Yesterday, I was rushing to a meeting at 6.30pm just off Leicester Square, in London.
Last week, British designer, the eclectic pink-haired Zandra Rhodes, hosted a dinner party for an intimate group of journalists and I was privileged to be one of the guests
When I discovered the work of Spanish designer, Elisa Palomino last year, it was a moment of triumph for me. Finally I had
Scott Cromwell is from Oklahoma. He's a television repair man by profession, but in his free time he does something entirely
"Mad Dog" Colonel Gaddafi's reported predilection for lipsticked virgin protectors, flamenco dancers, camping and jacuzzi
Someone somewhere sometime - well, it may have been Victoria Melody in Lincoln this week (more about her later) said: "We