Joan Collins

Diary

After London lockdown, LA is like Disneyland

There is a wonderful feeling of freedom

By Joan Collins

Home

The politics of Christmas trees

Personally, I’m against cutting down forests to satisfy the real-tree lovers, but I do not judge

By Joan Collins

Diary

Joan Collins: my face mask fight with the gendarmerie

I’m in the same purgatory as most of my actor friends

By Joan Collins

Diary

The revenge of the oldies

I’ve always thought western society was terribly ageist, and I don’t just mean ‘showbiz’ folk but across the board

By Joan Collins

Art

Joan Collins: Parasite didn’t deserve to win Best Picture

It now seems that it is absolutely prohibited to say anything about anything that doesn’t conform with the proscribed mores of the politically correct majority

By Joan Collins

Art

Joan Collins: I’m an actress, not an actor. And yes, it matters

Actress is such a graceful word, so evocative of elegance, refinement and poise that the common and blunt ‘actor’ cannot possibly conjure

By Joan Collins

Film

Joan Collins: why I love London taxi drivers

I confess I don’t walk if I have to travel more than a half-mile

By Joan Collins

Diary

Joan Collins: The night I got a TV star to flash Boris Johnson

He merely glanced, frowned uninterestedly, and returned to his discussion

By Joan Collins

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