She started as a fashion reporter for the Observer but her editor soon realised she was more trenchant, and funnier, than most of the blokes in the copy-room and so gave her a column to write about whatever was floating her boat that week. It ran for more than 30 years, and, along with the crossword, was the reason why we bought the Observer most Sundays in Dublin in the 70s even if it was shipped (foreign) without the colour supplements and cost more than across the water.prev deets] and described how ingenuity and out-box thinking could save on the washing-up and still dish up a serviceable meal for two. That book also included a [short] list of essential supplies which could easily fit in one box from the off-licence. And don't forget to buy one bottle of wine when you pick up the box: life is so much easier for us nowadays with screw-tops to serviceable plonk. "Food is not necessarily essential just because your child hates it".
Although she was born into comfort and had a similar very expensive education to mine, she was not without empathy for the dispossessed "The easiest way for children to learn about money is for you not to have any." She wasn't, like Orwell in Down and Out in Paris and London, living in bedsits as a journalistic exercise investigating how the other half lives. She was living thus because a very wide range of people lived in such minimal accommodation. I don't think we are better off, in all the dimensions that matter for a life well-lived, by having five (5) sorts of vinegar on the shelf next to the cooker.