Sorry I originally posted this in the wrong thread.
Jill Franks is to release her autobiography later this year. "Jill Franks, Talking Frankly, It's All About Me - The Story of a Woman Destined to Dance" will be priced at £17.99 and will be available on Amazon!
Here is a sneak preview of the opening passages:
It was on a cold autumn day in 1964 when I first came into the world. They were not sure I'd make it as I was born six weeks prematurely, but I guess I always did have the power to linger around, like the garlicky aftertaste in your mouth after a night on the wine and pesto. We often enjoyed wine and pesto in my house when I was a little girl! Being born premature all so risky back then. We lived in a two room flat above a tripe shop in Fulham. Because we had nothing I always had to use my imagination. After all, it's better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody. Well that's how I see it anyway. If I wasn't playing in a cardboard box in the back yard of the tripe shop, near the outside toilet (the water in the toilet used to freeze over in winter) I would be scouring the rubbish tip near the orphanage to find a broken doll to "make better." One year my mummy took away my cardboard box to use as kindling. I was devastated, as that cardboard box was my "palace." It's hard to believe but we didn't have playstations back then. Just our minds. I remember running down the Kings Road, which was the centre of the world back then, and looking in all the shop windows, fantasizing about being a Biba fashion model, holding back the tears that my "palace" had been destroyed. I hated mummy! Fantasy has always been a big part of my life, to such an extent that I sometimes blur the lines between fantasy and reality. We were not rich in the material sense. Often the only good meal I would get would be a dish of offcuts from the tripe shop, with a grinding of black pepper and a sprinkling of powdered milk. Sometimes mummy would make chicken wings in a tuna fish sauce. Chocolates were something of a luxury. As a special treat we might get a box of Dairy Box, or Terry's All Gold, Black Magic, or Milk Tray. But it was Thorntons I would always crave. From the moment I slipped one into my mouth it was love at first taste. That has continued through to my time at QVC where was recently caught on camera putting a chocolate in my mouth. So indulgent I know!
Jill Franks is to release her autobiography later this year. "Jill Franks, Talking Frankly, It's All About Me - The Story of a Woman Destined to Dance" will be priced at £17.99 and will be available on Amazon!
Here is a sneak preview of the opening passages:
It was on a cold autumn day in 1964 when I first came into the world. They were not sure I'd make it as I was born six weeks prematurely, but I guess I always did have the power to linger around, like the garlicky aftertaste in your mouth after a night on the wine and pesto. We often enjoyed wine and pesto in my house when I was a little girl! Being born premature all so risky back then. We lived in a two room flat above a tripe shop in Fulham. Because we had nothing I always had to use my imagination. After all, it's better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody. Well that's how I see it anyway. If I wasn't playing in a cardboard box in the back yard of the tripe shop, near the outside toilet (the water in the toilet used to freeze over in winter) I would be scouring the rubbish tip near the orphanage to find a broken doll to "make better." One year my mummy took away my cardboard box to use as kindling. I was devastated, as that cardboard box was my "palace." It's hard to believe but we didn't have playstations back then. Just our minds. I remember running down the Kings Road, which was the centre of the world back then, and looking in all the shop windows, fantasizing about being a Biba fashion model, holding back the tears that my "palace" had been destroyed. I hated mummy! Fantasy has always been a big part of my life, to such an extent that I sometimes blur the lines between fantasy and reality. We were not rich in the material sense. Often the only good meal I would get would be a dish of offcuts from the tripe shop, with a grinding of black pepper and a sprinkling of powdered milk. Sometimes mummy would make chicken wings in a tuna fish sauce. Chocolates were something of a luxury. As a special treat we might get a box of Dairy Box, or Terry's All Gold, Black Magic, or Milk Tray. But it was Thorntons I would always crave. From the moment I slipped one into my mouth it was love at first taste. That has continued through to my time at QVC where was recently caught on camera putting a chocolate in my mouth. So indulgent I know!
A good laugh 
