Imogen Edwards-jones

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Title: Tuscany For Beginners: Description:
A hilarious comedy of manners which brilliantly taps into the zeitgeist of finding a place in the sun. As new.

Title: Big Night Out: Description:
Join the A-List for a Big Night Out to remember in the biggest read of the year! Over 30 fantastic new short stories from bestsellers like Marian Keyes, Candace Bushnell and Karen Moline, and award-winners like Patrick Neate, plus party tips from celebs who really know how to have a good time...Start the night with Stella McCartney, then let Joan Collins and Kate Moss sort your look, Nick Hornby and Steve Coogan provide the music, Jamie Oliver whip up the hangover cures, and Bob Geldof take care of the morning after the night before. Sexy, serious, sad funny and brilliant by turns, Big Night Out is not only a great read, it also raises funds for War Child, the international charity for children affected by war. The best in modern writing - and a lot more. Don't go out without it! Excerpted from Big Night Out by Nick Hornby, Jessica Adams, Marian Keyes, Candace Bushnell, et al, Maggie Alderson, Nick Earls, Imogen Edwards-Jones. Copyright © 2002. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Be careful what you wish for they say. So when Siobhan came back from Australia with an Aboriginal dreaming bowl and invited us all to place a wish in it, I’m ashamed to say I wished for a fairy-tale romance. It wasn’t the kind of thing I would normally do but I was a bit wounded at the time. Even while I was folding up the note to put in the bowl, I hated Mark for turning me into the sort of person who made such pathetic wishes.Naturally enough, I told everyone that I’d wished for peace in the Middle east. The only person I told the truth to was Siobhan – who confessed that she already knew, that after everyone had left she’d unfolded the notes and read them all. She was quick to reassure me that I wasn’t alone; the person who’d claimed he’d wished for his mother’s arthritis to improve had in fact wished for a silver SL320 Merc with many optional extras, including heated leather seats and a CD player.‘It’s just a bit of fun,’ Siobhan said, but I was keen to have faith in the future, and hoped it would come true. In a way it did. Would you believe it, less than a week later I met a man. Not just any man, but a fireman. The job alone was sexy, and he was gorgeous – arms the size of my thighs, huge barrel chest all the better to crush me against. The only thing was…he was shorter than I expected firemen to be but never mind, I was off tall men.And he was a kind and caring person; only a kind a caring person would put their life at risk entering burning buildings to rescue sleeping children and climbing up trees to bring home beloved cats.We hit it off, he asked me out, Siobhan smiled proudly from the sidelines as if it was all her doing and suddenly I was in great form. I embarked on the round of shopping and ablutions that a first date calls for and Saturday night couldn’t come fast enough.But on Saturday afternoon my phone rang. It was my hero and he was yawning so hard his jaw cracked. ‘I’m sorry Kate, out on a job last night, just got back, need some sleep, on a shift again tomorrow.’Another huge big yawn.What could I say? Huffiness simply wasn’t an option – no sniping about freshly done nails, new sandals, having turned down four other invitations and now what was I supposed to do, spend my Saturday night cleaning the bathroom? (Like I’d done every previous Saturday for the past month.) Instead I had to sympathize, even praise and for the first time I saw the downside of having a boyfriend who saved lives for a living. We rearranged for Thursday night and he promised he’d be wide awake and full of beans. I came to work on Thursday in my going-out clothes and Mark watched me click-clacking in my high sandals to the photocopier, but said nothing.But that lunchtime – minutes after I’d got back from spending my lunch hour getting my hair blow-dried – my fireman rang. He’d just got home after a fifteen- hour stint dousing a huge conflagration in a rubber goods warehouse.‘I’m sorry, Kate.’ A five second yodelly yawn followed. ‘I really need some zeds, I’m so sleepy.’The disappointment was intense and as I thought of my good hair and my inappropriate clothes, I swallowed, braced myself – then went for it.Brazenly, I said, ‘I could come over and keep you company.’He was shocked. To the core. He made interfering with a fireman’s sleep sound like a criminal offence and as I hung up I suspected I wouldn’t be hearing from him again. But there was no time to be miserable because within days, I’d met Charlie – at a party where he walked straight over to me, pointed a finger and said, ‘You babe, are the woman I’m going to marry.’ ‘What a fool,’ Siobhan murmured and even while one part of my brain was agreeing with her, another part found his confidence strangely alluring.‘The name’s Charlie,’ he said. ‘Remember it because you’ll be screaming it later.’‘I don’t think so,’ I replied, and he just laughed and said he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Over the next two weeks he pursued me rapaciously and he seemed so sure he’d win me over that in the end he managed to convince me of it too.When I finally agreed to go out with him he promised he’d show me the best night of my life and I must admit I was intrigued.First he took me to a party, but he made us leave after fifteen minutes because he was bored, then he took me to a bar, which I’d read about but hadn’t been to, but we were barely there half an hour before he wanted to be off again. Two more parties and a club followed – he had the shortest attention span of anyone I’d ever met and in a way all that variety was exciting.There were three or four nights like that and at the time I thought of myself as glamorous but now what I remember most is the number of times I had to gulp back the drink which had just arrived, while Charlie eyed the exit and tapped his foot impatiently.So convincing was Charlie’s wide-boy swagger that it took me some time to notice that he was shorter than me. A lot shorter when I wore my boots. And when he couldn’t sit through a film – and we’re not talking Dances With Wolves or Heaven’s Gate here, only a normal ninety-minute one – his attention deficit disorder began to annoy me.Worse still he always seemed to have a cold and his constant sniffing was driving me mad. Mad.

Title: Beach Babylon: Description:
How does it feel to live and work in one of the most beautiful and luxurious tropical islands in the world? Your office is a beach of pure white sand. Your daily commute is a stroll past an aquamarine sea. Your meetings involve champagne cocktails.

Title: Air Babylon: Description:
The joint author and 'anonymous' collection of airline staff's true account of what goes on behind the scenes of air travel. A fascinating expose!

Title: Air Babylon: Description:
Heard the one about the airline that has introduced 'corpse cupboards' on new planes to cope with people who die in the air? Or the story about the First Class air hostess who got fired for sitting on the face of a passenger during a long-haul flight? Heard the truth about upgrades? How pissed off stewards put laxatives in your drinks? No? Then you haven't read AIR BABYLON!

Title: My Canape Hell: Description:
This is a satire on celebrity culture - glamorama meets cause celeb meets Ab Fab. When journalist Abigail Long gets her own column, she is propelled into a world of celebrity, champagne and canapes. And so begins her final descent into true canape hell.

Title: Shagpile: Description:
It's the long hot summer of 1976 and unsophisticated Madeleine Johnsson is content playing wife, mother, tennis and discussing the latest slimming pill and push-up bra. Until handsome Max Wright comes to town and opens an antique shop.Falling heavily for the latest flirtation on the dinner party circuit, Madeleine allows herself to think beyond soirees at Angela's, barbeques at Liz's, and political fundraising events at Val's. In a society where group fumblings and philanderings are accepted and sex is traded like green shield stamps, there is a strict code - not to fall in love. But Madeleine is intoxicated, she can no longer help herself and everyone's world is disrupted as her whole life is turned upside down!