This week’s column reads like it’s Liz’s swan song, her last column ever… which probably means that all her rivals (and all her exes) are cheering. Meanwhile, Liz has looked up the vegetarian photographer’s house on Google Earth to assess his wealth - but is trying to cancel their date, because she’s a bit like Picasso (and if you don’t like the art, don’t date the artist). But then he sends her a very surprising text about a Myla thong…

<p>This week&rsquo;s column reads like it&rsquo;s Liz&rsquo;s swan song, her last column ever&hellip; which probably means that all her rivals (and all her exes) are cheering. Meanwhile, Liz has looked up the vegetarian photographer&rsquo;s house on Google Earth to assess his wealth - but is trying to cancel their date, because she&rsquo;s a bit like Picasso (and if you don&rsquo;t like the art, don&rsquo;t date the artist). But then he sends her a very surprising text about a Myla thong&hellip;</p>

For 20 years she’s been Britain’s most unfiltered columnist. Now Liz Jones has an equally outrageous podcast as she and her best friend Nic dissect her weekly diary and delve into the archives to relive the bust-ups, betrayals…and bullets

<p>For 20 years she&rsquo;s been Britain&rsquo;s most unfiltered columnist. Now Liz Jones has an equally outrageous podcast as she and her best friend Nic dissect her weekly diary and delve into the archives to relive the bust-ups, betrayals&hellip;and bullets</p>

For 20 years she’s been Britain’s most unfiltered columnist. Now Liz Jones has an equally outrageous podcast as she andher best friend Nic dissect her weekly diary.