Another crap author...
I used to live in a small and fantastic village to the south of Cambridge.
My life was about change though as the ex-Mrs.Bof decided that we would relocate to Kent.
With the move imminent, we decided that our few days would be spent visiting the places that we liked.

The first night out was to our favourite restaurant in Cambridge. During the meal, the table next to us was taken by a couple… an author/former minister/convicted felon and his fragrant English rose of a wife, Jeffery and Mary Archer.

The next night, we went to a favourite bar/restaurant in Grantchester. Half way through our meal, in comes Jeffery and sits at the table next to us. A curious half-recognising expression crosses his face.

The next night (and our last) we spent in the Chequers pub in the village in which we lived. Friends and neighbours were coming and going throughout the evening. At one point the door opens and turning to see which friend/neighbour it was… in walks Jeffery Archer. He stops mid-stride, does a double take and I said “For f*ck’s sake, Jeffery, will you stop stalking me!”.
He legged it through to the restaurant and when he was leaving, left via the back door.

(He probably got used to the back door during his time in pokey)
(bof, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 14:54, 3 replies)

I read the first volume of his prison autobiography, truly hilarious!
Although I expect he intended it to be deadly serious.

Used to do a chapter while drying my hair after showering at the gym. Never failed to amuse me - I can recommend it for winding down after a hard workout.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 15:21, closed)

Grantchester
I used to work in the Rupert Brooke, that wasn't the place you were, was it? Having seen what went on in the kitchen, I will never eat there...
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 15:47, closed)

I've met them both...
...and while Jeffrey is indeed an egregious twat, he's no worse than most Tories with a charisma bypass. Mary is the one who sent shivers up my spine. There's a cold hungry evil in there, and it's not as well hidden as she thinks it is.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Mon 12 Oct 2009, 23:48, closed)