Oh Bryony...

Not strictly travel related this blog......

Yesterday I thought it was high time I checked into my favourite columnist and see what she's been up to. It was my mum who first introduced me to her ( She writes for the daily telegraph, a newspaper that isn't exactly top of mind when choosing something to read. However the torygraph is de rigeur at Hartley parental towers). Her name is Bryony Gordon and she's a delight. She writes a column called how the other half live. One of the writers lives in the country and has endless kids, sheep and cats - bryony lives in London and has endless late nights, meaningless male encounters and fun. I could relate.

My mum and I got into a nice routine on a Sunday. Mum would ring early to make sure I was out of bed ( readers, I'm 35 years old bear in mind...) and say the magic words ' do you want to know what bryony has been up to'. Did I ever.

Bryony and I seemed to lead parallel lives. Her very funny stories about nightmare men made me howl with laughter. She's rubbish with technology, can't cook and isn't very good at cleaning her flat. One of these rings very very true. But it was definitely the horrors of the male species which were brilliant to read.

I actually went out with a journalist at said torygraph who sat next to Bryony. In true fan style he passed on the message that mother and daughter Hartley were big fans of her work.

Alas on checking in with Bryony yesterday there was very little making me laugh in her column. The chat was all about her buying a shared iPad for her live in boyfriend. Another about them disagreeing on how to spend their time in New York and how they were holidaying in France with family Gordon this summer.

Bryony - you're going to have to get a new column. I can't relate to this, in fact it makes me feel quite ill.

Mums no need to call next Sunday - Can you call the Editor instead - your loyal readership must be able to pull some strings. Get me bryony's gig. I won't let people down ;-)

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