He is laidback, she makes Howard Hughes look like a slob. He is in his thirties, she isn't. He loves house music, she loves Location Location Location. He has never used Mr Muscle in his life, she uses Wheelie Bin liners. Can it ever work out? Will he learn to do hospital corners, will the Revive Eye Cream actually make her look ten years younger and will Squeaky ever fit through the cat flap? Liz Jones's Diary (how one single girl got married) is an hilarious and often heartbreakingly honest account of one relationship, from being stood up by the love of her life on Millenium Eve, to when she first meets a much younger and highly unsuitable man, through falling in love, getting married and finally, living together. If you have ever wondered why the man in your life ignores you/fails to recycle/forgets to buy Comfort/slams his wedding band on the table whilst announcing, 'its over!', then this is the book for you.