From Lord Archer
Q. Since my wife (also Mary) became chairman of the Science Museum, she is regularly invited to posh lunches and dinners, while I remain at home with her cat (Sunita), ordering takeaways. When I was finally invited out, to the opening of the Bloomberg HQ in the City, Mary was seated between the governor of the Bank of England and the Lord Mayor, while I was relegated to the far end of the table and asked if I was the husband of Dame Mary Archer. I feel lonely and rejected. How can I improve my situation?
A. Turn the nuisance to your advantage and found an elite social club for men in the same boat. These could include HRH the Duke of Edinburgh, Philip May, Ned Rocknroll and Cdr Timothy Lawrence.
This is an extract from Dear Mary’s Celebrity Problems Solved, which appears in the Christmas issue of the Spectator
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