God, in her infinite wisdom, could not raise Cilla to the uttermost depths of degradation. She is condemned to wander the Hades of society's regard, endlessly clutching at herself in a ghastly parody of Munch's scream. Always and forever asking "why ? why did I do it ? Could nobody have prevented me from presenting Blind Date and earning the everlasting hatred of the British public ?"

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