On Saturday last I reached a pinnacle of fame. Little Maisie Ellis from Lambeth got a letter published in the posh peoples' paper "The Times". (Don't tell the Editor but I don't even take The Times)I occasionally read my daughter's copy. I am a Telegraph person.
I have, in the last two years, had four letters published in the Telegraph after many frustrated efforts. I have decided that it is all due to e-mails. When a letter arrives by snail mail the subject has either been done to death or some earth-shattering event has overtaken it. With e-mail one's response is immediate and one's letter doesn't necessarily end up in the WPB.
Cousin Madeline rang me to tell me the good news. What price fame? Who cares about the X Factor or Strictly when you get your name in The Times?
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I know I'm partisan, but I must add that an ever-ready fund of good stories and the ability to express them in a pithy and entertaining form might just have something to do with it too.
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