A Mischief Of Magpies

If the Sun were the size of a beach ball then Jupiter would be the size of a golf ball and a Mischief of Magpies would be as small as a pea.

Friday, November 04, 2005

Oh The Utter Joy Of It..................


Not only has New Labour Rotttweiler David Blunkett ridden off into the sunset, but Sun editor and Blair/Blunkett chum Rebekah Wade has been arrested. Arrested for what I hear you all say with tongues firmly wedged in cheeks.

Domestic violence? Against TV "Hard Man" Ross Kemp? Never...............

Something tells me our Ross is a bit of a wet flannel, or to be fair, not one iota like his on screen persona. Anyway, it would seem Rebekah had been out on the sauce, was obviously up for a bit of a rammy and she smacked him one. Neighbours called the police and Ms Wade was arrested leaving hubby to nurse his fat lip.

The oddity in all of this is that the front page of tomorrows Sun carries a story about Kemp's Eastenders co-star Steve McFadden being given a bit of a biffing by an ex bird. How odd........................Are we talking about THE manufactured story of the year here?

At best it's a tenuous coincidence which some bright spark at the Sun has latched onto in a dismal attempt to deflect attention or appear as if things are rolling on as normal. Dr Evi.....sorry, Rupert Murdoch will obviously not be amused. The sight of his editor becoming the news rather than being behind it will not please him one jot.

Anyway, the type of intrusive, prurient and utterly amoral reportage the Sun deals in may be brought home to it's editor now, as the Mirror, Record, Mail and Express all go the full mile on whatever meagre story there is in all of this. One can only hope...............




Still hanging around the news stand, figuring out the best way to combine a purchase of Razzle and the Herald in a crowded shop..................

It hasnt escaped my notice that the celeb gossip mags have gone insane for scrawny birds. After years of abusing various 'on the slide' celebs for having beer guts or a bit of cellulite, they have now turned their attention to the underweight dears that populate cretin land. What a bunch of cunts. Yes, some celebs look to be starving themselves, but considering you publish photos of people with a bit of fat on their thighs as if it were some sort of crime, I fail to see how this current tack is helping in any way. Sure, they could maybe do with a pie or two, the odd choccy bar, a few pints of IPA...........but then you could bet on them featuring on the cover a year later with some love handles gag in tow..................

Ultimately, these mags reflect their buyers. What do you want to see to make you feel superior about yourself in comparison to the rich and famous?

"That Paris Hilton.............The Skinny Bitch"

"That Kerry Katona............The Fat Cow"



Lovely....................