Liz Jones Diary for The Mail on Sunday | Daily Mail Online Liz Jones: In which I yearn for my old London life - YOU Magazine Liz Jones: In which I long to feel joy again Liz Jones: In which I go for an upgrade DON'T MISS The best upcoming BBC dramas to look forward to April 18, 2023 The best of new-in at John Lewis this week April 21, 2023 The 16 prettiest pistachio green interiors pieces to shop right now April 19, 2023 The best Aldi Specialbuys this week are on sale Never wear wool if you need to deal with hay or straw: on a wet day, its as though Ive been tarred and feathered. My usual method is not to lift my eyes to look at myself. Joy Therapy: When did you last feel this happy? Liz Jones: In which an old photo stirs memories - YOU Magazine Richard Osman: Who says crime doesnt pay? I told my nice GP that I find it hard to walk the dogs, as Im convinced something bad will happen: Mini will be run over or I will lose Teddy. I tell her Im a newspaper woman: that is what I do. It was weird being back. That's what I'd always do, in my old life: a date with David at the Royal Albert Hall, say, before which I would have had my hair done, nails polished. Do you remember what happened? 20 Years of Liz Jones's Diary - You Magazine - 2 February 2020 One moment of hilarity: when an ancient Yorkshireman came to erect a Sky dish, which soon blew away in a storm. Carnage outside the nightclubs of Britain with some revellers set to wake up with a VERY sore head today, Playing tourist! Some good news. Free delivery for many products! He ordered champagne. Liz Jones: 'In which I'm told I need another facelift' - YOU Magazine It comes to us all, Gracie, I whispered in her pointy ear. He dismissed my advice as from someone who is living in the past. I tell them it must be a mistake. We ordered. I'm going to go with the evidence of some of his known relationships (Kym Wilson, Kylie Minogue, Helena Christensen, Paula Yates) and say that I think La Jones most definitely would not have . I felt like a fossil, dug up and turfed, yet again, on to the front line, or at least the front row.