The Wrong Knickers, by Bryony Gordon

Bryony Gordon writes a column for The Telegraph. She also had a bit of a thing with Russell Brand.

Bryony Gordon writes a weekly column for The Telegraph. She also had a bit of a thing with Russell Brand; he phoned her up afterwards and sang down the phone to her whilst she was queuing in Starbucks.

Her life in her columns has been well-documented and this is a real heart-and-snot-on-sleeve account of life in her 20s in London.

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I was wincing and laughing in equal amounts at this painfully honest and extremely funny memoir. It has, inevitably, been likened to that of a real-life Bridget Jones. But this is unfair, I think. This is real. Really real. And because of that, much funnier.

The descriptions of some of the flats (and even finding a flat) in London will bring back terrible flashbacks to absolutely anyone who's gone through that particular nightmare. The discovery of a bedsit above a kebab shop, with barely a working tap in it and no room even for a plant, had me shuddering with barely-suppressed memories.

She even has to edit her books to fit on the one wonky shelf; she chucks ones that make her look ditsy and keeps anything that has a hint of sophistication in the title.

The fact that there isn't room for one other person in the flat to read them leaves her undaunted.

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She's coming to Brighton on Wednesday, February 4, and I think I'll leave it to her to explain the title of the book.

Bryony Gordon will be at The Bookish Supper Society on February 4. Tickets from Tabl.com