"That night she cradled me in her arms and soothed me; told me what I needed to be told; strengthened me. On that night of 12 May 1994, I needed that love Cherie gave me, selfishly. I devoured it to give me strength. I was an animal following my instinct,"The awards are given by the Literary Review, a rather stuffy periodical, with the best possible intention. You've got to be a brilliant writer to get away with sex scenes, and if you aren't, you shouldn't even try. By those standards, Blair should have a hammer taken to his fingers toute de suite.