So", Says Jack At At Last..."you Broke

The Worst Thing A Girl Can Do Is Trail After A Boy When A Love Affair Is Dead.

I'm Never Going To Believe A Poirot Mystery Again. Never. All Those Witnesses Going, "yes, I Remember It Was 3:06 P.m. Exactly, Because I Glanced At The Clock As I Reached For The Sugar Tongs, And Lady Favisham Was Quite Clearly Sitting On The Right-hand Side Of The Fireplace." Bollocks. They Have No Idea Where Lady Favisham Was, They Just Don't Want To Admit It In Front Of Poirot. I'm Amazed He Gets Anywhere.

If I Behave As Though This Is A Completely Normal Situation, Then Maybe It Will Be.

...you May Be Able To Sway People's Heads. But You Can't Sway Their Hearts.

I've Never Written A Children's Book, But When People Meet Me For The First Time And I Say I Write Books, They Invariably Reply, 'children's Books?' Maybe It's Something About My Face.