Last weekend in New York, my husband coyly announced that a big story had just broken that would destroy former presidential hopeful John Edwards's career. He wouldn't say what had happened (getting scoops before I do always makes him feel superior), but I guessed the bare bones. What would be more ruinous for a politician whose hugely popular wife has terminal cancer than an affair? So, in defiance of a long-standing ban on eating dinner in front of the TV, we curled up on the couch with our calamari. At 11.30pm, John Edwards gave a one-off interview on ABC's Nightline about his 'very serious mistake' with campaign aide Rielle Hunter in 2006. However sentimental, maudlin, bathetic and fake, it was great entertainment, although my recurring nausea didn't do justice to the squid. John Edwards's televised self-flagellation...
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