Friday morning. Your head is pounding. You’ve got a love bite on your neck, a phone number on your hand and you’ve no idea where (or whom) they came from.

Serious action is required if you’re going to survive the ...

Black rubber, PVC and a few red marks across your backside: not everyone’s idea of fun.

But if there’s one thing we should all agree upon, it’s that getting whipped with a handful of birch twigs is a good thing.

Not ...

Bikini, underarms, legs, upper lip,  backs, sacks, cracks…

Just when ripping unwanted hair from unmentionable places is at its summer peak, adding more of it would seem, at the very least, incongruous.

But Jinnylash semi-permanent eyelash extensions buck the trend ...

Two great British traditions: pasty, white legs and a nice cup of tea.

What genius, then, that one can benefit the other. This (PG) tip comes straight from your grandmother’s wartime book of radiance on a ration card and works ...

Themed parties. Always more hassle than they’re worth. (Come, now, it’s impossible to look glamorous while dressed as a tube station.)

Thankfully there is a less humiliating alternative. Unlisted London’s new Sparty service will bring a spa party to your ...

Stinky buses, jam-packed tubes, hordes of dithering shoppers. That blonde guy preaching on his megaphone at Oxford Circus. (You have to admire his stamina).

Ah, the soothing charm of the West End during sale time.

Cheer up, Miss Grumpychops. Nip ...