Flicking through my Mail on Sunday today I see Edwina Currie is serialising a second batch of her diaries. Sadly there is no accompanying book. I think I was the only person in Britain to enjoy her last offerings. I remember ordering 300 copies to sell at the Blackpool Conference in 2003 and selling only 14. Mind you, this was partly down to a certain Miss Ann Widdecombe who spent the entire conference contrasting her new novel with Edwina's tome. "Very clean novel, VERY DIRTY DIARIES," she would trill, pointing at Edwina's book. Ah, those were the days...
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Just When You Thought it Was Safe
Flicking through my Mail on Sunday today I see Edwina Currie is serialising a second batch of her diaries. Sadly there is no accompanying book. I think I was the only person in Britain to enjoy her last offerings. I remember ordering 300 copies to sell at the Blackpool Conference in 2003 and selling only 14. Mind you, this was partly down to a certain Miss Ann Widdecombe who spent the entire conference contrasting her new novel with Edwina's tome. "Very clean novel, VERY DIRTY DIARIES," she would trill, pointing at Edwina's book. Ah, those were the days...
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