Unless you have happened on this blog by chance, you will probably know a book has been written chronicling some of my adventures*. You will also probably know that I am a writer myself. You may not know that I have never written a book.
That may change. I am thinking of writing a horror story. The provisional title is ‘I Married Heather Mills’.
I can’t think of anything scarier. Her performance outside the High Court yesterday was the manifestation of a mind in a very strange place. Figure that out and I’ve got a best seller.
Thinking ahead, to the tricky follow-up novel, I am veering towards ‘Delia’s Comeback Show’. Poor old girl’s really cracked up.
I’m a sucker for TV cookery shows – rarely try the recipes, just sit there drooling – so it was nice to see Delia Smith back last week.
A bit odd, I thought, precise Delia doing ‘cheat’ recipes, but there were at least some reasonable ideas for those ‘afraid of cooking’. Last night's show was beyond odd; several strings of sausages beyond.
Showing her at mass and then cosying up with Sister Wendy – she of the TV art show and big teeth. Telling us it’s a wonderful world, but even more wonderful with God in it.
But the really scary bit was still to come – her prediction that tinned meat is the next being thing in cookery.
See what I mean.
*When It Comes To The Crunch (visit www.huckbooks.co.uk)
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