This was meant to be a post complaining about a new product and how un-moisturing it is. It’s a pity, because I was going to use all sorts of anecdotes, such as the time we went to Portugal on a cheap last-minute deal and ended up regretting it. I was also going to talk about the 1965 Ursula Andress film, She, where she finally steps into the fire and loses all her immortality and all the natural ageing of millennia happens to her in a matter of seconds. In a prophetic view of my life to come, I always found … Continue reading How to end up looking like Ursula Andress at the end of the 1965 film She