August 2011 - Too many issues!
Like buses, inspiration hasn't come by for a wee while for me, then bang, two come along at once.The Daily Fail Strikes Again
As many of you know, I am an avid Daily Mail critic, often not being able to comprehend the levels of poor journalism they allow to slip into their particular brand of schadenfreude. This morning offered a cracker of an example:
Career on thin ice: Former Hollyoaks star Jeremy Edwards is seen working as a builder's labourer to earn extra money
Lifted straight from the Sunday Mirror the previous day, Mail staff decided that spiteful comment was better than proof, whilst reporting that former Holby City star Jeremy Edwards has become a labourer whilst his career has seemingly hit the doldrums. The proof? The guy was wheeling a barrow and emptying it into a skip outside a house in North London. No harm done, you might think. Right up until the Mail sneeringly belittles the labourers' and by extension, builders' trade by implying that as an 'unsuccessful' actor, he has had to resort to this work, whilst 'red-faced'. He might have been shovelling up doggy-do, for all the Mail cared.
Not only did I find it a crass, spiteful way to tear a much-loved actor down, they also managed to insult builders and labourers everywhere by implying it is a job for failed actors. I hope the builders of this country use the Mail to wipe their ***** on when they go home in the evening. I am currently waiting for the PCC' response in this matter - not that they can do f-all about it.
*****boots.
The Ber-Cow can't help herself
Not to get all, "Well, I pointed this out first on ya", but if I were Speaker of the Commons, John Bercow, upon waving the wife goodbye to enter the Shlebrity Big Brother house, I would have had one hand pushing the door closed, with my other hand on the speed-dial to the divorce lawyer. Stripped of her Blackberry, she is now showing thw wider, non-tweeting populace what a complete, attention-seeking douchebag she is. Speaking of a recent weekend break she treated to, she louchely confessed, "I gave him a weekend he wouldn't forget which left him happy if breathless. Eeeeewwwwww. She hopes he doesn't divorce her, according to various sources. She says she finds it hilarious when people refer to her as the Carla Bruni of British politics. Well, so I do, Sally.
As good old Ann Widdecombe quipped in the wake of the Evening Standard bedsheet shoot, "Who needs enemies when you've got a wife like that?" Quite.
I'm going for a lie-down now. Not in a bed sheet, mind.
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