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LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which David and I get to another crossroads

It was all going so well. We were in an Uber, on the way to a dinner party in Greek Street, Soho. I had...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I take David to a lapdancing club

Well, we had liftoff. The elusive male orgasm was achieved. I think I know what precipitated the precipitation, twice. The first time, we had returned...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I realise what David and I do have in...

I have a confession. It’s with a heavy heart that I have had to make the decision to rehome my three remaining cats. Susie and...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I have absolutely nothing in common with David

So. I’m In bed with David. It’s a Friday night, and we have just watched Newsnight. Me: ‘I think Emily Maitlis was a bit harsh...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I worry that my underwear isn’t sexy enough

It’s strange, being loved. The adored, rather than the adoree. Apart from my parents and my pets, no one has ever loved me before...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which David complains about our sex life (or lack of)

So, the last two nights I saw David, we didn’t have sex. I know he wanted to. I think he’d been spoiled. In our...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I exorcise the ghosts of music (and men) past

For my birthday, David belatedly took me to John Lewis, where he purchased a wireless speaker so I can listen to all the music...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which David makes more of an effort

  After he stayed for the weekend, and left first thing on Monday, he sent me a text. ‘Thank you for a fantastic birthday week!’...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: David’s birthday extravaganza, part two

By Liz Jones David’s Birthday Weekend turned into a Birthday Week. We were supposed to spend Wednesday together but, as the Hospital Club and the...

In which I wish David would make more effort

I’d been getting nervous about meeting David at the art exhibition in Chichester, then us both staying at Bailiffscourt Hotel, on the coast. You...

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