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- Adam Macqueen
- I'm one of the team of hacks at Private Eye magazine, where I've worked on and off since 1997. I'm also an editorial lieutenant on Popbitch (not sure what it means: we made up the job titles in the pub). I've written for a number of other newspapers and magazines, been a co-presenter on LBC, a regular newspaper reviewer on Sky News and written a biography of the Victorian businessman and philanthropist William Lever. My first novel, Topped of the Pops, a comedy thriller, was to be published in May 2008, until the publishers went bust. From 1999-2002 I was deputy editor of The Big Issue.
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6 comments:
You know, Liz Jones recently ekked out an entire feature concerning tattoos and why women shouldn't get them because they're unladylike/ugly/common/wahh. After reading it I went and got myself some ink done. Just because she's a frigging douche bag and whatever she says is bad, I says is good. Including battery farming and failing to wax one's toes.
And P.S.
"When Snoopy, my 17-year-old tabby with white paws and a white bib that makes him resemble a waiter, fell ill a few weeks ago, I paid a holistic vet from Bath £500 to give me a second opinion."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
SWEET JESUS. This is what Victoria Newton sees in the mirror some mornings, shortly before thinking "Actually, I'd better tone it down a tad, that's a bit too Marilyn Manson".
I would like to correct her on one point.
It is not the smell of cat. It is the smell of cat wee and the desperate attempts to cover it up with Marks and Spencer Lily of the Valley.
Is she REALLY holding a cat, or has she been photoshopped in - like she was at Glastonbury?
She's not JUST holding it - hence the poor thing's expression.
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