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LIZ JONES’S DIARY: A picnic with the Mystery Man, part one

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I am always being slighted. I take this as the norm. Viz... My friend Dawn, after I left the Celebrity Big Brother house, said...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I wonder why men cheat

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I’m ignoring the Mystery Man whose last missive asked me what motorway junction I am off. Oh, I forgot to tell you his email...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which the Mystery Man gets in touch

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You will be reading this having already ‘done’ Christmas – I imagine you are in a darkened room, with a cold flannel on your...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I’m dreaming of a man-free Christmas

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On Christmas Day 2019, my boyfriend (we all know who I’m referring to, but I’ve sworn 2021 will be a David-free zone, so we...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I realise why I don’t have a sex life

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I haven’t had sex for a year. I might just as well be married with giant children. Thing is, I could have had sex...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I decide to go wild swimming

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I’ve gone mad. I’ve just been wild swimming. It didn’t go well. I have always hated swimming pools. At primary school, there was a giant...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I wish I’d never met my idols

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I took David’s wretched, left-behind iPad to the Post Office. ‘What’s inside?’ asked the lady. ‘An iPad.’ She looked at the name on the envelope, and an eyebrow...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I wonder why I try so hard

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On Saturday morning, I retrieved David’s iPad from where I’d left it, propped outside my front door, given he drove off after less than...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which David’s stay is a disaster

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Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. I should never have relented. I should never have invited David for the weekend to see my new kitchen. I...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I arrange a bubble with David

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I have a confession to make. Last week, I told you I had dumped David. He would be the male equivalent of Isabelle Adjani,...

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