For people who like doing things in public that are normally done in darkened rooms behind closed doors, there is now Secret Cinema. A surprise film screened in unusual and unexpected venues, Secret Cinema launched this month in London with a preview of Gus Van Sant’s Paranoid Park. 300 people braved the damp and cold of London Bridge’s railway arches to see it, though I think I’ll wait for a fairer season.

Secret Cinema isn’t exactly a secret (appearing in an array of newspapers and magazines) and it may not be a new idea, but it’s more professionally organised than the guerilla rooftop screenings of the 90s and there is something so very social about al fresco cinema. Sign up here and have your picnic basket, friends/sweetheart and cushions at the ready for future dates.

Miss Mimi has had a lovely baby boy. He has blonde wavy hair, a dimpled chin and weighs 7lbs. Current height is 56cms.

Likes: lightbulbs, cashmere
Dislikes: nappies
Ambivalent: iPhone

So they’ll be a little break in service.

Congratulations to Miss Mimi and best wishes to them both.

At 36 weeks pregnant and with ankles that wouldn’t look amiss on John Merrick, I’ve finally admitted that I’m not getting into any Westwood heels for the Christmas parties this year. In fact, there likely won’t be many Christmas parties for me at all. In a shoe shop earlier this week I found myself making a detailed comparison between the latest offerings from CAT and Timberland (CAT got big points for their fur lined biker boot reminding me of the old warehouse party Tank Girl days, Timberland scored with their knee high featuring corsetry lacing up the back).

As if buying all-terrain footwear wasn’t shocking enough, I bought the least attractive (by a long chalk) of two baby cradles I’ve been considering, and it was an oddly easy decision.

While I ached to have this gorgeous bit of Danish design from Leander in my house (no matter what its purpose), I’ve ended up going for this from Amby:

Why? Because all the research appears to suggest that the ugly duckling version is the better product. At least that’s the opinion I came to. Not a minute too soon I seem to have developed a mum gene. Hopefully a mum in funkster heels once I’ve got my ankles back. Which reminds me – why are most prams and buggies built for teeny, tiny people? More on that another time.