PIE’S THE LIMIT AFTER SASHA DISHES THE DIRT

IF I were Sarah Vine, cited in treacherous MP’s wife Sasha Swire’s spiteful diaries as fish pie- maker in chief to the Camerons, I’d stop saying I’ve never so much as attempted any dish more challenging than a shoal of fish fingers and instead grasp the marketing opportunity. If Sarah’s pie is good enough for Number 10, it is most certainly more than scrumptious enough for Feltz Towers.

Should she not follow in the illustrious steps of Loyd Grossman, Levi Roots, the late Paul Newman and Ainsley Harriott and rush out a Sarah Vine range of fish pies pronto?

Sasha has doled out lemons so Sarah, grab them and swiftly make deliciously irresistible lemon curd. Then sell it to a supermarket chain for squillions.

Who cares if Sam Cam had her hair done while you toiled over the mash? Coin it in – and have the last laugh.