In Celebrityland, no one can hear you laugh

Today, officially and in public, I was declared to be the biographer of Fergie, Duchess of York. It is a small embarrassment (what a terrible job that would be) but frankly I can only blame myself. In today’s Independent, I’ve written a piece about Fergiegate, pointing up the madness – not to mention the nastiness… Continue reading In Celebrityland, no one can hear you laugh