Friday, December 05, 2008

Friday frights

No treats for you this week - you've been bad. Instead, in tribute to the anonymous lurker down there who accused me of being envious of Liz Jones's lifestyle and thus gave me the best laugh I've had in weeks: be afraid, be very afraid...


6 comments:

Boozer said...

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.

Boozer said...

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

Anonymous said...

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".

Alistair Coleman said...

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.

Anonymous said...

Is she REALLY holding a cat, or has she been photoshopped in - like she was at Glastonbury?

Adam Macqueen said...

She's not JUST holding it - hence the poor thing's expression.