Not okay. On one of my siblings’ wedding day, the lovely photographer took a lot of pictures of all the guests because that’s what the bride & groom had requested. Afterwards they found one particular picture the photographer had shot of my then-husband and me on their big day to be so lovely, they arranged for it to…

That sounds perfectly logical to my current 40-year-old self, but I don’t know if it would have truly sunk in to the 14-year-old, insecure, hormonal Jo who would have understood your message but lost all sense and logic whenever in love; deep down she would have known you were right but any boy or man she had a crush…

Aren’t I & everyone else of my generation (and generations before mine) privileged/lucky to have gone through secondary education before mobile phones and the internet existed.

What I don’t get is that somehow these books must be bringing in enough for publishers to hand out the advances for them & print the ramblings. I don’t know what it’s like in the US, but over here in the UK, Katie Price appears to have a new autobiography out every other year, they end up in discount stores like The…

English humour is king.

So much for honesty.

11. Embraces hair loss/graying.

I know, I only clicked through to find out if those moths would get high and go crazy.

How many of these alleged ‘feuds’ in showbiz are genuine rather than manufactured to garner attention for everyone involved? (Remember the fake friendship between Jennifer Lopez and Victoria Beckham that kind of fell flat because they couldn’t quite act as friends?)

I seriously wonder if, in order to make it to fame, talent alone is not enough and you need a interesting “story” to gain attention. It breaks my heart that people might feel they need to lie in order to make it.

Perhaps a bad impression of the area you live in? When I lived in Slough (UK) that really wasn’t a good thing on my CV.

11:21 p.m., on the other hand, is certainly not the most perfect time that ever existed—it’s not sex time galore—but it’s a time when the day is done, you’re probably in or near a bed anyway, and the thing that best comes after the sex is the thing you were going to do anyway: sleep.

My (now ex-)husband used to sleeptalk, once woke up his (then) five-year-old daughter by shouting her name, then asking her if she’d “put the car in the garage”. Then he went back to sleep and it was down to me to get his little girl to settle down and go back to sleep again.

that African ice skater, if you recall, who was adopted by a French couple - she was competing for France

This. Exactly. She can speak/write her (political) opinions as she pleases and we can disagree all we like, nothing excuses the vitriol and abuse she’s been getting.

I don’t think the issue is ever “how high” or “how drunk” but more about “when” and “how do they handle this”. When I drank, compared to others I really didn’t drink that much – never to the point of puking or bad hangovers. Problem was, I didn’t need much alcohol to be inebriated and it would turn me into a right…

I didn’t speak to my mother for over three years, when one day my siblings urged me to pick up the phone and call her. She was terminally ill. So in her final weeks I visited her and we regularly spoke on the phone, although we never really reconciled - we just put things aside, if that makes sense. That was several…

D’oh! Now I see what I did wrong, and why I ended up divorced – never spray-painted his car with my name, didn’t throw out his children’s belongings.... major failings on my part!

How do you pull something like that off!

40 next month, can’t remember for sure (morphine’s done that) but think I’ve had three or four laps (more hospitalisations but not always with surgery). Mirena has stopped endo from ‘growing’ and has been a blessing for me; Prostap did me more harm than good. My body’s now acting as if it could be entering early-ish…