Tiffanie Darke at the Sunday Times
Wow. I’m still getting messages from people who are saying they’re upset the column has finished, including one which was forwarded from Tiffanie Darke at the Sunday Times who’s the Style editor. This was delicious, particularly as the lady in question - I think she’s the one some of us know as The Amazing Pixielady - had had to find Tiffanie Darke’s actual e-mail address at the Sunday Times. Something I’d dearly love to tell you all, but I can’t be seen to be anyway connected with people petitioning, on my behalf, to get my job back. I also really like Tiffanie Darke at the Sunday Times, she’s very cool and stylish and also she’s good fun. In a way it was a bit telling though, that she only forwarded one. That implies she’s only got one, which is a bit embarrassing, a bit like when someone makes a speech, and then just one person claps. Or maybe it shows you guys are philosophical and balanced. You’re less concerned with railing at Style for losing my bit, but more keen to tell me how much you’ve enjoyed my sensitive work, especially the one about the cat in the freezer. Do you know a strange fact? In the time I’ve done the column, I’ve had hundreds of e-mails, but I’ve literally only had 4 bits of hate mail, and one of those was very mild, and another one sent a parody of one of my pieces. It was actually really good. I knicked a couple of ideas from it. It almost restores my faith in human nature, although not my faith that people can get me my job back, by sending flip-flops in the post to Tiffanie Darke at the Sunday Times. Still, well done Wendy Joel, the Amazing Pixielady. You are Mum of the Month, to rival your man, who’s been Dad of the Month for the last year now. I must work out how to work my own website. OK. This has been fun but I must get on with work. I finished the book last night. 80 000 words. Dad Rules is only 60 000. I think I need to snip it right right down to keep it funny, unlike this piece, which sprawls. Also I need to insert two new passages. One must be a neo-death experience. Another must be a list of Things I Like. You know - my wife’s arms, sun shining through leaves, smell of coffee, warm strawberries… Please contribute. Your details will become literary history, especially if you can describe a neo-death experience. Have a good day xx
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