Summary
Lord Jeff reaps the financial rewards of judging a book by its cover
MY dear new friend Lord Archer . . . Jeff to his mates . . . hosted a delightful soire on Thursday at his penthouse but'n'ben, perched above the muddy Thames. Modelled modestly on the Hermitage in St Petersburg, its walls are choc-a-bloc with wonderful paintings, most of which, I am led to believe, may be genuine. The occasion was the publication of His Jeffness's first novel since he emerged from the clink. It is called False Impression and there to toast its success was the cream of D-list celebs, including Peter Snow, who used to read the news, Alan Coren, a witty columnist, and Eddie Bell, formerly Maggie Thatcher's publisher, who once had the temerity to slap an injunction on yours truly. Alas, for reasons best known to themselves, there was a no-show from Billy Connolly and Dame Edna Everage, who were among those queuing up to visit Lord Jeff while inside. In attendance, though, was the pulchritudinous Mrs Mary Archer, garbed in rose-red, who strikes one as a woman not to trifle with. We exchanged sentences, but not of the judicial variety. Whether or not she is still fragrant I could not possibly divulge.See the full content of this document
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Alan Taylor's Diary
Jeff made a short speech, in which he revealed that Asda had ordered 20,000 copies of First Impression. Asked why, the buyer said it was because he liked the look of the cover. He should go far.
Aussie rules . . . with his Scots ancestryA WARM welcome to these chilly climes to Jonathan Mills, newly...See the full content of this document
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