I particularly like 'PHD' - oh, poor Gillian. I loved Bad Science too, btw, incidentally. I realise I haven't had a chance to mention it to you.

I will look forward to 'Fine' hitting the bookshelves - and thereby force W H Smith to create an absurd new category for you. I would much prefer to read such a book than most of the usual twoddle like that. Provided, of course, that there are glossy pages with photos of you at various life stages...?

I am sorry to say it, but out of the three I hope not to be buying National Rail tickets made easy - let's hope for Oyster before that one gets published...

Oh, fear not, 'Fine' will contain glossy photos aplenty! From 'a happy birthday, aged seven' to exclusive pictures of the 'nice side' of Willesden Green, they'll really add a sense of meandering pleasantless and gentle whimsy to the already hard-hitting tale.

Naturally I'll sign your copy, too

With regards 'Fine' you may find that Andrew Collins got there first with 'Where Did it All Go Right?'. Should we go back in time and make it miserable after all?

And thanks for the sympathy Alex!

Gillian

He's talking about a considerably worse Gillian http://en.wikipedia.org/wik...

I laughed out loud to this. So loud that I had to explain to several work colleagues what was so flipping funny on Monday at lunch time.

Excellent, well as long as I can look forward to glossy pages full of a perfectly contented life, I'll gladly receive my signed copy

Ah, yes, sorry Gillian. I'm sure you may well deserve it too, but there my pity was directed rather squarely at Gillian McKeith. Or - how rude of me - to use her full medical title: Gillian McKeith.