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This was supposed to be yesterday. I was sitting on the Cardiff/London train, supposedly about to write this very column, and realising something quite terrible. My head was entirely empty. A vast echoing void. Bigger on the inside, but with nothing in it. You could drop a pebble in my brain and wait for an hour to hear it land. No actually, you couldn't - that would be aggressive and unhelpful, so keep your damn pebbles to yourself.

If you're anything like me, You bite your nails, And laugh when you're nervous. You promise people the world, because that's what they want from you. You like giving them what they want... But darling, you need to stop, If you're anything like me, You knock on wood every time you make plans. You cross your fingers, hold your breath, Wish on lucky numbers and eyelashes Your superstitions were the lone survivors of the shipwreck. Rest In Peace, to your naive bravado... If life gets too good now, Darling, it scares you. If you're anything like me, You never wanted to lock your door, Your secret garden gate or your diary drawer Didn't want to face the you you don't know anymore For fear she was much better before... But Darling, now you have to. If you're anything like me, There's a justice system in your head For names you'll never speak again, And you make your ruthless rulings. Each new enemy turns to steel They become the bars that confine you, In your own little golden prison cell... But Darling, there is where you meet yourself. If you're anything like me You've grown to hate your pride To love your thighs And no amount of friends at 25 Will fill the empty seats At the lunch tables of your past The teams that picked you last... But Darling, you keep trying. If you're anything like me, You couldn't recognize the face of your love Until they stripped you of your shiny paint Threw your victory flag away And you saw the ones who wanted you anyway... Darling, later on you will thank your stars for that frightful day. If you're anything like me, I'm sorry. But Darling, it's going to be okay.

In Britain, we've tended to replace the kind of architectural culture valued in much of Europe with an in-flight magazine lifestyle - all branding, marketing and 'accessibility', a word that usually means dumbing-down.

My mum had 'Cosmopolitan' magazine as a subscription and 'Vogue,' and every month I would be like, 'I wanna be that girl in that ad.'

I had a few comics, but I was by no means a huge aficionado. I was more of a 'Mad Magazine,' 'Calvin & Hobbes' sort of nerd.

It is a fundamental impossibility to have a magazine that is anarchic and yet formulaic. Those can't coincide.

My first ambition was to be an animator for Walt Disney. Then I wanted to be a magazine cartoonist.

I don't think there's a... boundary between digital media and print media. Every magazine is doing an online version.

I've been writing full-time since about 1984 - mostly magazine features and columns.

Patriarchy has stolen our cosmos and returned it in the form of 'Cosmopolitan' magazine and cosmetics.

When I saw that Laverne Cox was on the cover of 'Time' magazine, I totally lost it. It was a coup for the girls!

I've never been critically acclaimed. I've never been nominated for no Grammy. I've never been on no magazine cover. It's almost taboo to say I'm actually good.

So many differing opinions and philosophies... are rarely housed under the roof of a single magazine.

We sometimes let ourselves be rated too much by others - we put so much emphasis on a paycheck or what a magazine says.

I wanted life to be episodic. I wanted to be a magazine photographer and I was willing to do what it took to become that.

It was in 'Esquire' in the 1970s that I first learned Nora Ephron's recipe for borscht - certainly an editorial first for that manly magazine.

Whenever I get married, I start buying Gourmet magazine.

I will no longer be referred to as Miss Steinem of Ms. magazine.

My very first magazine cover was the National Enquirer.

A truly great magazine cover surprises, even shocks, and connects in a nano-second.