It's sad that city executives aren't as pampered as they used to be. No more 3 a.m. parties on the company credit card, no more champagne or prostitutes. Glitterditch is pretty sure that back in the old days the only business strip clubs got was from bloated execs with a… read more…

Hair and politics have a symbiotic relationship going on, we fear. Great seducer and hair-implant trail blazer, Berlusconi, is back in the hot seat over Italy way, and we can't help but think: doesn't Mr Livingstone have a passing resemblance to Silvio?… read more…

Whilst we sit curled up on the sofa, typing to you at Glitterditch HQ, Audrey Hepburn is in the corner, talking to Fred about Cat and the 'Mean Reds'. It's got us thinking about where all of those wonderful women gone. Instead of Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn and Grace Kelly,… read more…

Every now and again, Glitterbitch can be domesticated. That's if you consider staying in and reading the paper domesticated. We do. Don't laugh. We even made cookies. We also watched old fantasy films. Which is sooooo much fun. But this got us thinking. If we really had the choice,… read more…