On... just for Dubliners

Do you live in Dublin? Or know someone who does?

If so, I have ace news for you: just go to South Anne Street today, or on Saturday 26th or Sunday 27th, and visit the NOHO pop-up store, say ‘Conor sent me’ and get 20% off the cost of NOHO!

On... outfits from the past

Age four. Daisy bikini. Would totally still wear this.

On... sartorial outrage

I really want these.


Unique Flare Jeans by Goldsign.

But US$278 on a pair of jeans is ricockulous. What are they made from? Unicorn sperm?

On... an email that I love

I have an email to share with you.

On... a new lip balm

Last night I was almost asleep when I realised I'd forgotten to apply lip balm. Dry lips are the bane of my life (uh, after my eyebrows... and the perma-hangnail on my thumb... and - oh, never mind, back to the point), so I drenched up the energy to reach into my nightstand and fumble around the mess for my trusty tube of Homeoplasmine .

It was not there.

Instead I pulled out a tube of Lanisoh nipple balm, the most useless item I bought when I was pregnant. I never needed it. My puppies adjusted to breastfeeding pretty effortlessly, bless their not-that-little souls.

So I gazed at the tube of Lanisoh sleepily through my lashes, thought 'fuck it, if babies are allowed to eat it it must be safe enough', and smeared some on my lips. It's very thick and clear, like a balmy-paste thing. It doesn't taste or smell of anything, either.

I woke up eight hours later with the stuff STILL ON, lips perfectly plump and moisturised, no cracks, not even a hint of dryness.

I thought you guys should know about it.



Best. Lipbalm. Ever.

On... getting dressed

I've figured out the major flaw in the whole 'being a fulltime writer' thing.

Clothes.

On... The Nail Files

Voila my story THE NAIL FILES for Tatler magazine! I hope it doesn't offend anyone. If you ask me to write 900 words about what I like and dislike about nails, you're gonna get some snark.

This story was in the October issue, which you can track down if you call the Conde Nast old issues office, or if your local newsagent is particularly lazy.

On... The Boytician

Missed the September issue of Tatler magazine? (For shame!)

Here's The Boytician piece that I wrote. Hope you enjoy it...



I'll post The Nail Files piece from the October issue tomorrow. It's somewhere in my inbox, I just can't find it because, you know, I'm shit like that. My next Tatler piece isn't out till the New Year...

I highly recommend Tatler, by the way, my friends, and not just because I get to write silly little stories for them, but just because it's kind of ace. It's been totally transformed this year and is now the ONLY high-end glossy fashion magazine that is smart, sharp and - here's the kicker - funny. (Trust me. I read all of them. American, British and French. It's an expensive but highly enjoyable addiction.)

On... Fraggle Rock

So, I was playing on YouTube the other morning, looking for old Sesame Street clips to play to Errol, and I found this.

Awesome. Song.
Also, reminded me how scary I found Fraggle Rock. Being stuck in the dark underground with giant monsters above and things living in the rocks all around you and constantly static hair? Petrifying.