Have been given to think this week about that time-worn trope embodied in Ms Parker's apothegm that
Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses
having been reading some collected film reviews of C A Lejeune* including one in which she takes a hearty codfish to
[P]lain girl [blossoms] into a tearing beauty by the simple device of taking off ( Read more... )

I trekked down to my opticians at lunchtime (my opticians have been moving further and further away since I started going to them - they used to be at the top end of Tottenham Court Road and are now about halfway between TCR Tube Station and Oxford Circus, having made various stops in between). They looked at the scratch across one lens of my ( Read more... )