Oh, and that along with feeding her 17 cats Marks & Spencer’s smoked salmon for dinner, she has documented every single detail of her eating disorder, marriage breakdown and bankruptcy for her loyal readers.
You can’t have missed the shots of her facelift, hand lift and tattoo (she previously said tattoos were “just for sluts”), all of which she had so she could write about the experience for the .The other day, I went along the footpath on the other side of the river from my house, expressly to collect all the rubbish caught in the trees overhanging the water because I don’t want to look at it. I attacked the Sainsbury’s Man who wore his shoes in my house to step on the mat. She does what she’s paid handsomely to do – shock, drive traffic, say the unsayable – incredibly well. I will say that I enjoyed her company over the three and a half hours we spent having dinner (a vegetarian mezze with two glasses of Cava); that she was a thoroughly amenable subject on our shoot (despite 12 cats crawling over her for six hours) and that I left feeling she’s someone who’s genuinely unhappy and has been since birth.Last week, Liz Jones announced in her brilliant You magazine column that David Scrace, a man she first met 30 years ago, had finally proposed – and that she had said yes! For example, David was happy with his plastic lighter, but I bought him a gold Dunhill lighter as I thought he looked cheap.She’s also the author of five incredibly successful books (her latest one is out 4 July), was editor of British website than anyone, or anything, else and makes a six-figure sum from her writing.