I used to quite like IK. Years and years ago, she had a column in one of the Saturday papers (it’s at least 20 years ago) and she came across quite well in it. So I was looking forward to reading one of her subsequent books. It’s was, however, utter
rit. Sub par chick lit with an ending you could see coming a mile off. I still followed her on Twitter for a while but it dawned on me what a
bleep she was when she stuck up for Margaret Thatcher (while she was still alive). Apparently it’s not on to make fun of an old lady. It struck me what a divide there was between the so called ‘liberal elite’ who, while they’d lived through Thatcherism, somehow hadn’t quite grasped what people in the North (or anywhere outside London really) had gone through when Thatcher was in power. My ex-mining town still hasn’t really recovered from what Thatcher did to it in the 80’s. Anyway, that’s a bit off topic, and IK still hasn’t proved otherwise that she not a huge
twit. Threatening to send her god awful husband round to ‘beef faced’ Tattlers has only confirmed it. Looks like the chickens are coming home to roost with that one. In other circumstances, I’d feel a bit a sorry for her, but y’know
