Book Review - Behind Closed Doors
As a Kiwi, I’m obviously into Rugby - absolutely not into football at all - so how on earth did I stumble across this little gem of literary hi jinks?
Originally, I had developed a vague sort of celebrity crush on Gary Lineker, by spotting him on the telly somewhere, in all his suave ‘silver foxery’ & thinking - oooh Ding Dong……who’s that!!, followed by the deflating realisation he was just one of those over paid, poncy footballers who have managed to glamorously lounge about in retirement & milk their early fleeting fame well into their senior years.
He appeared before me again, following a jaw droppingly astounding segment on This Morning, involving the lovingly maternal partner of a fully functioning adult male, demonstrating her undying love & devotion by allowing him to breast feed on demand from her person. An impossible act to follow, but I remained attentive in the stunned aftermath, as Gary ploughed on to plug his new book coauthored with Danny Baker (who the f**k is he??) based on their, apparently, roaringly successful podcast.
Having ‘tail coated’ my attention, I felt the surprising compulsion to check out this ‘podcast’ to see what all the fuss was about, only to mirthfully discover this loosely touted ‘football’ related recording was indeed just a vehicle for a ‘girly gossip’ session, situated in the ‘man cave’ of Gary’s kitchen, complete with must have recipe of the week, as he struggled ‘manfully’ to get a word in edgewise around the cascade of hilarious and elaborate, random topic changing musings of the enigmatic ‘gossip queen’ of them all, this Danny Baker that I had no previous clue of before.
Well - I was hooked!!! & just had to get this book - & as it turned out, was the best £3.49 Amazon purchase of the entire year!
The book, as a complete front, allows an even more extensive leeway into the shark infested, perilous, estrogen fuelled realms of the gossip under world……..& really, given the tantalising taster of recipes at its rear, is just a prelude to what is inevitably coming in the expected form of ‘Gary’s Handy Home Cooking Hints for Fabulous Failsafe Show Stopping (gossip infused) Dinner Parties’.
For me, this was the absolute tonic I most needed as, at this particular time, I was moodily & murderously adjusting to the new HRT regime that had just been prescribed - but I kid you not - the first deep down, fully mirthful belly laughs, in what seems like a jail sentence worth of time, joyfully spouted forth over the course of this book’s indulgence. A full endorsement to its function as a complete menopausal symptom reliever.
In the course of my journey through the pages, however, my new celebrity crush has now fully & firmly transferred to the sparkling, charming, mercurial wit of that Fabulous Baker Boy, the one & only (formerly unknown to me) Danny. The only thing that now remains on my bucket list of the truly longed for, but just out of reach of my grasp, is to actually attend, live & in person, a Millwall game, at the (new) Den, with Danny himself.
I can only but wait & dream.
Trisha Waugh (Wiltshire)