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His first book, At My Mother’s Knee, introduced us to his mum Molly and two aunts Chrissie and Anne, who along with every outspoken Merseyside housewife contributed to the DNA of his viciously hilarious alter ego Lily Savage. I thought, “I can’t do it any more.” So she sort of died with him.’‘But Jackie Collins was fabulous. Her husband went the same way and we emailed each other every day. Stay on in there.” It’s watching somebody slipping through your fingers and there’s nothing you can do. He blames ‘the four Cs – Carlton television, cigarettes, cholesterol and caffeine,’ but should probably add ‘congenital’ as both his parents died of heart disease. And, with her gone, the family home was gone, so what was left of any roots I had were completely dug up.

‘I think it’s bad for fellas when they lose their mothers. There was nowhere to go back to when the going gets tough.’‘I felt so ill I had to sit down by the yoghurts for a while.

Everyone and everything was still, while the sweet bells told once more of the meeting of Gabriel and Mary. The lords and ladies of the Ducal court had known it, and the serfs toiling beneath the blue Burgundian skies, and the monks of St. Now it was the second of May in the year of Our Lord 1806, and the evening Angelus was ringing.

In one house of the village of Fain-les-moutiers no one paused for the evening prayer.

Which is why we meet on ITV’s Coronation Street set where he’s filming segments for Street Of Dreams, a live musical tribute to Britain’s longest-running soap that premieres in Manchester next month.

He’s in the middle of his third and final autobiography which, he says, has forced him to ‘dig deep’ into the truth about himself. That’s when I said, “Lily’s going.” Because he’d always been here with Lily. Don’t be hanging round.” And off he went.’A year after Murphy’s death Paul suffered a near-fatal heart attack, his second in four years.

When the first Medals were cast two years later, it was only natural that they should be distributed by the spiritual sons and daughters of St.

Vincentfirst in France, and then throughout the world.

How you’ve got the nerve to publish this is beyond me.” So I’d say, “Oh, I really enjoyed your book,” but I was thinking, “I can’t do this any more.”Either way, Paul’s blown apart the cosy image of the TV chat show in less than a minute. ‘I’d be sitting there and, if they were in a soap, they’d be talking about the long hours they worked or their Jimmy Choos,’ he says. Although he’s always lived alone, he nursed Murphy through the last six weeks of his life.

I was just another plug for someone’s book or film.‘And I can tell you I saw some dross and read some rubbish, but I was too polite to say, “This is shameful.

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