As posted on the other blog, I have been bag packing at our local IKEA over the last two weekends,and am very tempted to write a diatribe on manners. However, as I came perilously close to inciting someone to murder her husband, it might be better if I calmed down a bit. If you would like to read it please feel free to check out the adverts too - we are trying to get rid of the kids on a tour to Canada and all donations help.
Instead I shall reflect on the new-found high profile carer of Miss Georgina Baillie. I added the link, in case like me, you struggle to remember who she is. A couple of days ago she was the innocent shrinking violet in the middle of the Brand, Ross, Sachs triangle. Now she seems to have her story in the Sun, a Channel Five programme devoted to her and even, I have seen, Max Clifford as her agent. OK, so good luck to her if she can do herself a bit of good from the whole mess, but I do hope she will stop trying to present herself as a victim. It might be a help if she remembers to keep mentioning her grandfather - Manuel plays better with the public than membership of the Satanic Sluts.
I notice Ade Edmondson was in a paper last week saying we should not stop dangerous comedy. Not sure what he said as I saw it on the front of the paper but bought one with better rugby coverage. He might think making nuisance phone calls is humour, he might not - maybe somebody could tell me.
Not sure I've got the hang of this blogging thing. I probably should do more research. Or maybe not.
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