After London lockdown, LA is like Disneyland
When I arrived a month ago, one wouldn’t believe LA was suffering a major pandemic. The roads were still busy…
Vaccination is the only way out of this catastrophe
Monday started with me opening my bedroom windows to let what little light there is come through, only to find…
Joan Collins: The politics of Christmas trees
To say that the past nine months have been tough is like saying a hurricane felt like a spring shower.…
Joan Collins: my face mask fight with the gendarmerie
It’s three days since rumours swirled around France that President Macron was going to impose a ‘tit-for-tat’ quarantine on UK…
The terrible ageism of our current lockdown
I’ve always thought western society was terribly ageist, and I don’t just mean ‘showbiz’ folk but across the board. Then…
The revenge of the oldies
Entering my 54th day of quarantine, I recall how much I was looking forward to this spring in England. There…
Joan Collins: Parasite didn’t deserve to win Best Picture
Recovering from a bad cold and bored to tears by the fare on television, Netflix, Amazon and Hulu (it’s shocking…
Joan Collins: I’m an actress, not an actor. And yes, it matters
I recently tried to put my profession down as ‘actress’ on Instagram, but the only option available from the drop-down…
Joan Collins: why I love London taxi drivers
Percy and I have seen quite a few movies recently and enjoyed many of them, which is rare. But the…
Joan Collins: The night I got a TV star to flash Boris Johnson
It has been a spring of party madness in London and New York. I was lucky enough to have several…
Joan Collins: My own transgender moment
I recently returned from several months in Los Angeles working on one of the most popular US TV shows. American…
Joan Collins: Why are people so baffled by the title ‘Dame’?
Attending my goddaughter Cara Delevingne’s 26th birthday party at the trendy Chateau Marmont hotel in LA, I was interested to…
Joan Collins: Want to know why all the Oscar films are boring? I’ll tell you
I’ve been meaning to write a Spectator diary since the summer but as a Gemini with Aries rising I find…
Joan Collins: The celebrity trend I just can’t stand
Not only are today’s young girls having to work hard on their abs, butts and glutes, now the likes of…
Whatever happened to real Christmases?
As I strolled through the aisles in a large department store, I almost choked when I read a large display…
Joan Collins’s diary: I’m in deep shock at Jackie’s death, but life goes on
I had only experienced great loss when my mother died. It was desperately harrowing, but not as harrowing as the…
‘About time too!’: Joan Collins curtseys to Prince Charles
The day of my investiture at Buckingham Palace dawned bringing freezing rain and fierce winds, which lashed at the windows…
Joan Collins’s diary: The joy of fake Christmas trees
Every year Christmas comes earlier and earlier in America. Cards, baubles and imitation trees were being sold in the big…
Joan Collins’s diary: Why I gave up on Ascot – and where I go instead
Can there be anything more perfect than early July in London, when the sun is shining, the sky a cloudless…
Joan Collins’s Diary: Springtime in the City of Angels
Ahh! Spring has sprung at last! Or has it? Leaving a warm and sunlit London last month we expected balmy…
Joan Collins's notebook: Captain Phillips is great, but Gravity sent me to sleep
All eyes on the Philippines this week, and rightly so. Godspeed to those American and British ships making their way…
Joan Collins’s notebook: Fighting libel and rude houseguests
I recently had to spend a great deal of time attempting to clear my name from a ludicrous assertion in…
