Don'tCallMeBaby: Thank you for the explanation of the shirt of doom. I too am quite remarkably gifted in the norks department - when pregnant, I apparently 'matched' Jordan - and have always shied away from those shirts on the grounds that they might further accentuate my (ahem) assets. But I shall now hunt some down. My shopping triumph this afternoon was finding new bras to accommodate my (ahem) embonpoint. I think I probably have Jordan to thank for that, as the number of women with surgically-enhanced norks means that bras for the gifted are now more widely (if that is the right word) available!
Teashop advice sought here: Has anyone ever used a personal shopper? I manage to find a pair of jeans/trousers to fit roughly once every four years so thought I might subcontract the job to (say) the personal shopper in Debenhams. Is this a good idea? Will stop at this point, before anyone mistakes this thread for 'style and beauty'.
Mistlethrush - You have been very discreet in describing your friend and her daughter's issues, so much so that I'm not sure what to suggest. Is the root of the problem, do you think, with your friend rather than her daughter? If so, I think racingsnake's suggestion about a general but tactical discussion of coping with the credit crunch is an excellent one.
And thanks to racingsnake for the tidying-up this morning. We slept in late, as we stayed up until the end of Jools' hootenanny (I love that man and was dumbfounded when a MNer with whose views I often agree made a disparaging remark about him last night). I too was pleasantly surprised by the harmonious sound which emitted from Lily Allen and - despite my old biddy status - quite enjoyed Mr Dizzee Rascal. My favourite dress of the night belonged to Annie Lennox, who for the last 20 years has represented who I want to be when I grow up. Do you think we could create a role for her in Tea Room: The Movie? She could appear as the tea room's guest chanteuse, as Bille Holliday is sadly no longer available for personal appearances.
Tea - racingsnake's post has reminded me that two French bandes dessinees that we have often noticed but never read are Kirikou (I think we even had a Kirikou toothbrush last year) and Titeuf. Would you recommend them? At the moment, we're into Asterix.
Well, although I have vowed to eat more healthily this year and shed some excess blubber baggage, I can't bring myself to give up champagne. Anyone care to join me in another toast to the new year?