Brick is now plugging her memoir
in the Mail. The extract they've chosen to publish contains the usual confessional stereotypes: the businesswoman who tries to 'have it all', and ends up with nothing; who puts on a tough-guy façade, though underneath she's fragile, insecure and neurotic; who thinks she can depend on other women, only to find out that they are as self-interested as she is. The downfall of such a bolshy but talentless woman is satisfyingly humiliating
. Yet instead of curling up and hiding herself away as any proper lady would, Brick, aka "Britain's most irritating woman", insists on talking about herself, going over every detail of her humiliation, shamelessly, endlessly, in public. The 300+ comments so far are mostly a variation on "Silence this woman please."
There's predictably no attempt to address the socio-economic issues that create the space for a Brick — least of all the Mail's role. But she's not even recognised for her extraordinary success in playing the system. I thought the Mailites liked an entrepreneur.