Flights Of Fancy

‘WHEN Joan Collins became involved with the UK Independence Party she told women of a certain age that their future was not mapped out with lines, thread-veins and crow’s feet – it was orange.

‘In the beginning was the make-up’

And there is Joan proving just that as she poses for a photograph wearing her skin in the colour made famous by her political inspiration, the Tango-hued Robert Kilroy-Silk.

But Joan is so much for than a political firebrand, for she is a writer, and a fan of a company that picks up your bags before you get on a plane and delivers them to your destination.

That sounds great, and we look forward to hearing more about it, but for an international siren like Joan, where exactly is her destination? Where is home?

London, New York and the South of France are all mentioned as places Joan calls home. “If I’m in a hotel, that’s home too; I’m very adaptable,” she adds. She is, as she says she is, “a citizen of the world”.

But before Joan heads off towards glamorous Equatorial Guinea, sparkling Chad or to spend the next eight or nine months in New York (as is her preferred choice), she wants to tell us about her new book.

“It’s a sprawling family saga about a highly dysfunctional and exceedingly rich family…” says she. “It’s the sort of thing you see on EastEnders or Coronation Street…”

But nothing like the sort of thing you used to see on Dynasty.

“Blake rolled over in bed in his Denver mansion, wiped the sleep from his eyes and lifted his head from the heavily-padded shoulder of his beautiful young wife Krystle and whispered: “Don’t worry, luv, I’ll sort it…”’

Posted: 23rd, November 2004 | In: Reviews Comment | TrackBack | Permalink