I Could Go On

What else will the Telegraph's indefatigable, outraged, and above all very funny letter-writers fail to get the Letters Page to take seriously in 2010 ? with the result that we have to collect their memorable missives in another book? Already there are enough fulminations on Chris Evans replacing Terry Wogan to fill an entire chapter. Gordon Brown's temper? Bankers' bonuses? E-books? The state of Ashley and Cheryl Cole's marriage?

One thing is for sure: the result will be the only review of the year you really need, a book to make Victor Meldrew look as pure as driven snow, and a handsome little volume to sell once again in its tens of thousands.

Auteur

Iain Hollingshead spent two years on the Letters to the Editor desk before becoming a full-time feature writer for The Daily Telegraph. His more serious assignments have included reporting on the student riots in London and interviewing everyone from Michael Atherton to Gurkha veterans to a member of Seal Team Six, the elite unit which killed Osama bin Laden. His less serious assignments have included taking a bath in Las Vegas with six albino rabbits, spending three days behind the scenes at the Miss England competition, camping outside Westminster Abbey for the Royal Wedding, eating in five Michelin starred restaurants in one day, learning to flirt in Pizza Express, learning to Dance in Mamma Mia!, performing stand-up comedy to 300 eight-year-olds, training with the Royal Marines, climbing into a Spitfire and experiencing a Brighton nudist beach first hand. He now writes freelance for the paper. He has edited four bestselling collections of unpublished letters from the Daily Telegraph for Aurum.

Résumé
What else will the Telegraphs indefatigable, outraged, and above all very funny letter-writers fail to get the Letters Page to take seriously in 2010 with the result that we have to collect their memorable missives in another book? Already there are enough fulminations on Chris Evans replacing Terry Wogan to fill an entire chapter. Gordon Browns temper? Bankers bonuses? E-books? The state of Ashley and Cheryl Coles marriage? One thing is for sure: the result will be the only review of the year you really need, a book to make Victor Meldrew look as pure as driven snow, and a handsome little volume to sell once again in its tens of thousands.