So you know your Voulez Vous from your Dancing Queen, you’ve got the albums, had the haircut now see the show!  The Royal Albert Hall premiers the production of Abba – The Show, the most authentic Abba show to date with original band members including Lasse Wellander.

Greetings from sunny South Florida.  And Happy 2007 to you all!  I wish everyone a happy and healthy year ahead.

Having lost all the baby weight—at last—I decided to give myself a couple more manageable resolutions this year.  Following a rather indulgent December, the first was to have a “dry January,” i.e. no alcohol.  As with all good New Year’s resolutions, it wasn’t long before this one was broken—with a lovely Pinot Noir.  The second, to maintain an effortless makeup regimen, is, however, going surprisingly well.

Could somebody please tell me why, at the first hint of summer, British women insist on stripping off? One sunny weekend and every spider vein in Britain is put on show. I’m not getting it. As a beauty editor, I’m advocating the benefits of self tan from April onwards, but inside I’m hoping against hope that nobody applies it until at least May. I’m also silently praying that anyone over 12 stone will leave their shorts at the back of the wardrobe where they belong.

Step into any London park on a warmish Saturday, and the anatomy of humans in all forms will be lying on the grass. Virtually naked. I thought the Bodies exhibition was bad enough, but living, breathing lumps of flesh scattered around the Serpentine is just too much for me. In Europe, women are more discrete about shedding clothes – what constitutes for us a day worthy of a boob tube and flip-flops is considered in Spain a day where possibly a jacket isn’t necessary. Bikini's are considered beach wear only – not an acceptable top half of an outfit.