Diplomatic Incidents: Memoirs of an (Un)diplomatic Wife
By (Author) Cherry Denman
Hodder & Stoughton
Hodder Paperback
14th June 2011
12th May 2011
United Kingdom
General
Non Fiction
Diplomacy
Humour
327.2092
Paperback
224
Width 137mm, Height 197mm, Spine 15mm
164g
Cherry Denman has spent her life trailing husband Charlie round some of the world's most remote outposts and can ask for the lavatory in eleven languages. While some aspects of living abroad will always puzzle her - saunas, tofu and circumcision, to name just three - she wouldn't have missed it for anything. Lessons learnt range from the practical (possessions belong either in the suitcase or the skip: storage is for wimps), to the truly useful (how to avoid the drinks party bore) and the truly bizarre (the episode with the goat . . .). Charming and witty, these hilarious tales of global misunderstsanding are illustrated with over seventy original line drawings.
Charming . . . delightful, a collection of lively, jolly anecdotes [which] can be dipped into as and when you fancy. Cherry is smashing, high-spirited, fond of a good joke, and she can be blissfully rude - Daily Mail
Deliciously rude, scandalously funny and crammed with quite interesting bits - John LloydThis diplomat's wife reveals the riotous truth about their perilous postings - Mail on SundayDenman's accuracy and effusive wit . . . had me cheering out loud - The TimesI can honestly say it's funniest book that I've read for a long time . . . Cherry has obviously revelled in her life abroad, diplomatic or not. Read the book and enjoy - Oxford TimesAlmost educated at St Teresa s Convent, Effingham, Cherry Denman went on to study at the Ruskin School of Drawing, Oxford, and at the Royal College of Art. An acclaimed artist and illustrator, she has written and illustrated several previous books including A Modern Book of Hours and The History Puzzle. Cherry is married with two children and, when not abroad, lives in London, where she tries to ignore the glazed looks of her loyal friends as she recounts her tales of typhoons and tarantulas, and pretends not to care when they assume her West African voodoo fetish earrings come from Accessorize. And how was she supposed to know that samphire was the new broccoli.