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Sasha Slater

Can't ski, won't ski

There's a point in every afternoon's skiing where I'm going too fast down a slope I can't negotiate and I temporarily forget how to slow down. This is frequently a result of one too many piste-side Jägermeisters. The way I eventually stop is by achieving a spectacular pratfall (I suspect I am not alone in this). On this occasion, as I screeched down a narrow gulley completely out of control, I wobbled, lost a ski, and shot through the air as though from a cannon, shedding gloves, poles, goggles and hat in mid-air, and landing in a heap some 50 metres further down the slope.

01 December 2011 06:06 PM

This time it isn't like forgetting to take the Pill

When I was a teenager, contraceptive implants were the stuff of fantasy. The Pill, with its unappealing side-effects — bloating, spots, grumpiness — was the last thing any bloated, spotty, grumpy adolescent needed.

06 January 2011 11:09 AM

New hedonists beat decadence of my youth

My most pagan friend held a Winter Solstice party two nights ago. Her instructions were to wear white, silver or gold, with ivy in our hair, and come prepared to dance around a vast bonfire and possibly start a bacchanal in order to banish the darkness that threatens to engulf us all.

23 December 2010 10:02 AM

Now Sam Cameron is the supermum to keep us in awe

New mothers gnash their teeth (or weep, depending on their temperaments) when confronted with pictures of the latest "celebrity mum" to emerge from her confinement slimmer and more glamorous than ever.

09 December 2010 10:28 AM

There'll be no scrimping on Kate Middleton's wedding

Before the details of the royal wedding were announced, some observers predicted that the celebration "in an age of austerity" would be modest.

25 November 2010 10:20 AM

A wizard weekend at Bovey Castle

We motored through the lodge gates of the castle in a 4x4, and were wafted up the drive to the carriage sweep, dominated by a large fountain with a statue of a lady in a diaphanous bikini. The car deposited us at the huge oaken-doored entrance where we were scooped up by an army of flunkeys clad in matching green tweed plus-twos, expertly trained to cater to our every, unexpressed, whim. You would be forgiven for the impression that we'd landed in the middle of ITV's period drama Downton Abbey, but this would be mistaken.

12 November 2010 10:41 AM

Remembering a family at war under dark skies

Despite the greater risks of accidents and muggings, I'm looking forward to the reported prospect of councils turning off street lights to cut energy bills and, surely, make the city greener. Our London night-time isn't dark, it is a sickly orange.

11 November 2010 10:42 AM

Thrill of the hunt? I see only slaughter

Once, when I accidentally fell in among Sloanes in my early twenties, I was invited on a shooting weekend to a house in the south of England. On the Saturday morning, all the girls were paired off with embryo bankers dressed in green tweed, to stand shivering in the drizzle, silent and motionless, while we waited for pheasants to be flushed out of a copse by beaters with spaniels. I think it was some strange mating ritual and we were all expected to come back engaged. At one point a pair of hares, startled by the dogs and noise, bolted from among the trees, and every man there swung his gun wildly to take a potshot at them as they sprinted away. I am happy to say they all missed. No romance ensued.

28 October 2010 11:31 AM

Enjoy this last hurrah before the axe falls

Only six more days to go before the Comprehensive Spending Review, and a mood of unfettered extravagance seems to have overtaken me and my friends.

14 October 2010 10:21 AM

Stressed doesn’t mean unhappy or feeling lonely

This morning I woke up before 6am, gnawed with anxiety about work, was tapping away at my computer at three minutes past, and kissing my husband goodbye a few minutes later as he left the house in the dawn drizzle.

30 September 2010 10:42 AM