Well my nefarious exploits are out there in the public domain now so there’s no going back! My picture in the double page spread in the Daily Mail.
It woke me with a start this morning. Having done a 2 ½ hour photo shoot yesterday with a hip young photographer with Bon Jovi blaring on the stereo and the two of us really ‘avin’ a larf, the slightly sniffy Daily Mail went and printed the most mumsy picture of me they could possibly select!
I’m also convinced they’ve airbrushed extra lines into my face and neck to make me look older. I’ve been contorting myself in the mirror all morning and no matter which way I twist it, I cannot get those lines to appear. What’s that all about?
I now understand how those hapless BB contestants who come out of the house and get right royally trashed in the tabloids on a daily basis end up in The Priory…
The piece is pretty much as per the interview but did they put words in my mouth (as well as wrinkles around it!)? I'm sure I have never called any of my dear older male friends ‘fossils’. Why would I? They are the rocks I cling to when dating toyboys gets a little crazy.
It is funny reading that I should be meeting someone now to keep me company in my old age? It makes me wonder, has the Daily Mail been talking to my mother? And anyway what are the guarantees that even if I did set up shop with a ‘fossil’ that
a) he’s not going to leave me for some twinky
b) he’s not going to snuff it in 6 months time
c) I’m not going to end up being his nursemaid?
Although I know the old Mrs. Robinson tag is a globally recognized metaphor, she is dead and buried, yet they keep trawling her out…
Older women today are not sad lushes seducing 19 year olds – in my first chapter you will read that a 19 year old seduced me!!
Here’s the picture they should have printed – not suburban Mrs. Jones!