I have a thing about New Year's resolutions, as you may already know. If you can't be bothered to read last year's post on the s

It's here again, that time of year. The time of year when we review our failings and, to quote Regency sex-pot Mr Darcy, find our faults according to that calculation are heavy indeed. And by that, if you're a woman, you probably mean your arse and thighs. "If only I were two stone lighter. Then I would be able to live my real life. Not this Kafkaesque dreamscape in which my heart is brought to soaring heights by a sordid three-for-two on Alberto Balsam in Home Bargains. My r