Don't know why this blog has suddenly come over all newspapery, but it might have something to do with my desperate efforts to keep my mind from atrophying while I have little to do bar drink and write bad fiction. (Don't panic; I am in the process of getting a job.)
Anyway, one of my regular enjoyments is the Guardian's Lost in Showbiz column, in G2 every Friday. Lost in Showbiz (or LiS) is written by Marina Hyde who is wonderful and who definitely DIDN'T shag Piers Morgan because if she had I would have to stop reading her columns immediately and that would cause me great sadness. LiS pokes fun at celebrity culture, but it does it in a way that is both amusing and sobering, which is quite a feat. Sometimes I'm so busy fuming with jealousy at the quality of the writing I miss the jokes and have to start again. But it's always worth reading twice. This week's extended edition on Chelsea Clinton's wedding is formidable.
But Marina saves her Sunday best for Trudie Styler, aka Mrs Sting. Trudie and Sting, as you probably know, work tirelessly for the Rainforest Alliance, when they're not too busy being rich, and LiS likes nothing better than to smack Trudie around a bit. She ALWAYS deserves it.
Have a look at this:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/lostinshowbiz/2009/apr/14/celebrity
(You might have to copy and paste it. Sorry. It's worth it.)
Oh, happiness. I haven't met Trudie, but I've certainly met a few Trudie-lites, and without question they are what put me off working in the meeja. But now I have Marina to help lance the boils that those awful, witless, hypocritical, talentless, narcissistic fuckwits created on my poor innocent soul. So I thank her, and will send her money if she wants me to. Or Marmite. Whatever she needs.
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oh dear
ReplyDeletepeople are such twits aren't they?
i never get he guardiasn on a friday so you'll have to tell me when there is a good one.
I read that piece last year, and thought there's always someone worse off than yourself. I still refer to it at times when I've run out of interesting things to say. Which is often. In related news, I have an embarrassing Marina anecdote, which involves too much champagne, not enough food, and fawning. Urgh, now why did I bring that up.
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