Here comes Boris Yeltsin, sending her up something rotten.
Is this the brain that launched a thousand scams? Forget it. Meet Hillary Rodham Simpleton, a gawping traveller, a mistress of the obvious, a fully-paid up member of the 'Western Hemisphere First Ladies' Club' (and, indeed, of its Middle East branch, too, if Queen Noor of Jordan is turning up).
Holding a demanding, high-profile role for decades through difficult and fast-changing times was hard to me to imagine in the light of my more limited experience'. And the Queen 'reminded me of my own mother in appearance. radiating life and a sense of vulnerability that I found heartbreaking'. who talked about sailing and the history of Britannia'. Prince Philip is 'a polished conversationalist. Prince Charles 'is delightful, with a quick wit and self-deprecating humour'. Goggle-eyed, as in 'I became President of the local fan club for Fabian, a teen idol, which consisted of me and two other girls' - or indeed, 45 years later, as in 'I lined up Sir Elton John and Stevie Wonder to perform together, a truly great Anglo-American musical alliance'. Galumphingly obvious, as in 'While we never agreed about abortion and birth control, Mother Teresa and I found much common ground in many other areas including the importance of adoption'. wearing silk pants in one of her signature colours - a combination of beige and gray - and a matching blouse with subtle peach stripes'. Vapid, as in 'Jackie greeted me at the elevator door. For a new, unexpected Hillary Clinton emerges from these 528 pages.
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