We're going on a train journey today and it's a good job that I've finished the Bad Book Club. For, with its mixture of sharp wit, filth and silliness it made me laugh out loud. Not timid titters but great big guffaws. I've probably snorted a bit as well, a habit that I'm sure finishing school would have knocked out of me if I'd been. Then again you probably don't get many council house girls from Essex knocking about in those place.
'Chapter Two deals with this but not before Margaret first reminds you that being clean is important. After all, perhaps you've never found your man because you stinkl like an old canal during high summer. On sartorial advice, little is left out - from the colour of clothes to fabric, which should be silky. Do not wear things that are 'metallic, corduroy or nubby wool' - so that's your folk singing robot costume out of the window.'