Martina Does Detox: Day 1 & 2
Twelve days of raw food will, the Raw Fairies assure me, change my life. Delivered every morning in brown paper bags, an array of fruit, veg, and sprouted items I never knew existed arrive blended, mashed, and liquefied for my pleasure, along with a cacophony of purifying pills.
Everything changed when man invented fire. Sure it was for warmth and light and all that, but he wouldn’t have chucked a hunk of freshly-speared mammoth onto the barbie if he didn’t think there was something in it.
It's now been eight weeks since I handed my body over to Kinesis. The outsourcing project has been supremely successful, if I do say so myself.
The Spot: What's the Damage?
Judging from yet another long weekend of delicious gluttony, it looks like the new hubby isn't too willing to shake me (or himself) out of the post-honeymoon wine and cheese haze. So it's time to go it alone.
Amy Winehouse and mobile phones: ubiquitous and impossible to escape, what with last week's release of Rehab-Girl's first 'official' biog, and the growing prevalence of always-on Crackberries.
A friend of mine once got a very disturbing call. A foreign fling called her from his hometown of Amsterdam to let her know he'd been to the doctor and, um, he had something.