This is the most pathetic excuse for a book I have ever read. This woman can't write a sentence, rarely makes sense, but worst of all has nothing of interest to say. She is just cashing in on her "friendship" (very brief) with the late and tragic Paula Yates. Once she milks that short interlude, she may as well be your next door neighbour trying to tell you about her mundane life, -- unemployed, unemployable, trying to make a buck of anyone she can, with two children somewhere trying to be raised. It is so completely worthless...it just angered me that someone like this could get a book published at all.