The best of Edwina Currie

Have you been keeping up with the serialisation of Edwina Currie's new volume of diaries, Diaries Volume II 1992-1997, in the Daily Mail this week? Saucy, scathing, and never short of an opinion or two, the diaries document how Edwina came to be one of the biggest characters in British public life, and here are some of the most intriguing parts...
(click on the title of each extract to read the full article)

Thursday,  September 24, midnight
The Prime Minister approached me in the lobby and I gaily told him that I have a contract for a fourth book, a novel. A few minutes later, he took me quietly into the empty lobby and wanted to know all about it; when I told him the title [A Parliamentary Affair], he blushed furiously! He must realise he’s in it, but I won’t let him see even the synopsis because he’d get cold feet. I told him it was about a ‘youngish MP, very green’ who gets seduced. Poor man! He may have more than enough to worry about. I made him laugh and wince and blush, and he called me ‘incorrigible’.

House of Commons,  Wednesday, April 13, 11.15pm
The PM has no friends left. So I asked if I could go in and see him alone, and have just done so.
He was nice: gentle, touched my hair and commented that it was a different colour. His face was drawn and grey — the bouncy bonhomie has all gone. Replaced, to my horror and disgust, by a kind of paranoia.
If he really believes the things he said to me, then he’s more stupid, more foolish, than ever I knew him to be years ago.It was the same, uncannily, with Margaret in her last months.

London, Wednesday,  November 6, 9.10am
 An odd experience to be voting in the House last night, trudging through the lobbies, and surrounded by men in suits.My nose is at the level of their shoulder blades. I see their dandruff and their sagging chins. I’m more aware than they are of bulging bellies and shirts escaping from trousers and buttons missed.
I can’t see their shoes, but neither can they, and many haven’t been able to see them for years! Not an impressive lot. Politics attracts some rather mediocre people who wouldn’t be successful elsewhere, yet progress is possible for many real nonentities.

Make sure you read the final part of the series in the Mail today. Does Edwina regret telling all? Is John Major really a 'sexy beast'? Read on to find out...

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