It all started with one of those women who won’t give out her recipes. You know the sort. I suppose if I were a tougher lady, more…
by Annalisa Grier
by Chris Randle
Despite acres of publicity and buckets of scandal, Julian Assange’s unauthorised autobiography sold just 644 copies last week.
I thought British people were allergic to self-promotion or, indeed, any kind of reference to oneself that was not heavily caked in self-deprecation. Doesn’t it make you break out in tea rash? Now look at you, instructing your Twitter followers…