Let me be clear: I'm no fan of Abbie Chatfield. I'm not keen on her boyfriend Adam Hyde either. You know him - that long-haired singer from Peking Duk who seems to be covered in a permanent layer of sweat. My beef with Abbie doesn't stem from professional jealousy or our vastly different political views. No, I can't stand her because she once publicly shared a private message I sent her years ago in which I discussed one of my children, unleashing her self-righteous army of woke followers on me. Anyone who has followed my life or writing knows my...