I can well imagine my children saying to me: ‘This is off the record, Dad’
As a member of the chattering classes, I am riveted by the Julie Myerson story. For those of you who haven’t been following it, Myerson has just published a book called The Lost Child in which she intercuts the story of a Regency watercolourist who died aged 21 with the story of her own wayward son whom she and her husband kicked out of home when he was 17, mainly because he refused to stop smoking cannabis.
Almost every Glenda Slagg on Fleet Street has weighed in on the topic, with the majority condemning Myerson. It is not the banishment of her son that they object to, but the fact that she has chosen to recount the story in a non-fiction book.
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