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…
