It’s Cheryl Tweedy I feel for…
Ashley Ashley Ashley, it’s all I ever bloody hear! What about his poor missus Cheryl? She never gets a look-in these days. So, in the interests of even-handed, balanced journalism, here’s a gratuitous charming pic of Cheryl relaxing in an American diner. Has she read her husband’s book, I wonder?




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