'What I'm going to be writing will, I hope, be just the best beach book in the world, ever: naughty, gossipy - with just the right ratio of title to tattle. (You know what I mean, darlings, don't pretend you don't.) Virginia Woolf's letters (here in the string bag) are all very well, but they don't exactly make one throb, do they? Unfair: they make one throb, but higher up rather than lower down. And when I'm basting nicely on Sun Mark 8, factoring in my Ambre S, I need something with a bit of oomph, something with a bit of pandering to the baser' From Victoria's 'Holiday Diary'
