My Boy-Friend has been away for five days so on his return I will take him to 'Paradise' as often as I can before he has to be off again on his travels. Paradise is a little Chinese restaurant just round the corner from where I live. No it's not really - just joking! I mean, could anyone face two Chinese full course meals in one evening and yet be ready for more in the morning? I remember B.F once telling me that for him paradise is to gently run his fingers up smooth, silken stockings and to finally reach soft, warm flesh. I'm presuming that you are reading this after the nine'o'clock watershed! I'm not sure why he was ...  Read the complete review

December 2000 Dear Diary, As a long-term sufferer from cellulite (note to men: that's the stuff women moan about incessantly, that makes the backs of their legs look a bit like orange peel in mild cases, or the cratered surface of the moon in a more severe example), Christmas may have come early... Yes - I have just bought six pairs of tights which promise to magically improve the state of my wobbly skin by imparting micro-vitamins as I wear them! Hoorah! In the interests of medical science (and fellow sufferers), I plan to describe my experiences with these tights over the 21 days it's meant to take to transform my legs into Claudia ...  Read the complete review