What’s there not to love about the deliciously moreish Jenny Eclair? Feisty, feminist and irreverently funny, the 57-year-old stand-up is once again the voice of her generation – 30 years after she joined the alternative comedy scene as a ‘punk poet’ – sounding a clarion call for women d’un certain âge, like me, who genuinely believe saying it in French makes us sound younger. Or at the very least sexier.
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I text David to tell him I’m so nervous about moving and marrying him that I wake at 4am every day, stomach churning. Even the dogs are still snoring. I’ve never been vulnerable like this with him before. I have always put on a brave face, leaving him to read about my insecurities later. But he surprises me by being incredibly supportive.