Archive for the 'gossip' Category

“It’s funny how the Independent has policies that the general public don’t know about, but press officers all do.”
“Like?”
“Like how they never report anything about Greenpeace, and they’ll only report something about the Royal Family if it’s a marriage or a death. It’s policies like that which make the Independent what it is today, the [...]

As house building companies shed employees left, right and centre, I regret not posting the sekrit insider information I had a few weeks ago. K. quite rightly warned me off, out of libel concerns: suggesting that a company is doing badly can attract charges of libel, and I’d need more proof than “a mate said”. [...]

Conversation, reported by K, paraphrased:

A: “I don’t know what it is. I just can’t get a boyfriend.”
B: “What about my mate? He’s quite good-looking. I can set you up if you like.”
A: “… Oh. No. Thanks, but. I mean… I’ve never met him, so there’s no point, is there?”

C: “So what do you do?”
A: “I’m [...]

I seemed to be tempting fate with my laughingly morbid post yesterday, as I was nearly wiped out by Margaret L Johnson (stationer’s) on the bend by the Bird-in-Hand pub this morning.
Their van—well, the person in charge of their van, lest we forget that vehicles don’t behave like tossers on their own—overtook me in [...]

Last night, Stuart Maconie’s guest Caitlin Moran (oh, you know, wrote for Melody Maker when she was 16 or something, makes a big deal about once deciding on the wrong pronunciation for her name, ho ho ho) told a humorous anecdote some two-thirds of the way through the show, as part of a general “what [...]

I stand corrected and astonished: K. tells me that Fran and Lynn chatted quite amicably on Friday’s show. This surprised her as much in the hearing as it did me in the hearing-said, so I wasn’t alone in my imaginings of Machiavellian goings-on off microphone at Sir Henry Woburn’s Fun House.
Apparently they both ganged up [...]

Have any other early-morning Radio 2 listeners noticed the social tensions since John Marsh left, and was replaced by the younger and (to the elderly Wogan audience, at any rate) prettier Lynn Bowles?
K. was the first in our household (of two, granted) to spot that Lynn would frequently take the initiative and make jokes to [...]

Borders has one of the best selections of obscure, niche-market magazines in Oxford. For all its multinational rapacity, and its attempts to package, brand, pre-chew and mulch down literature that a bookshop ought to treat with at least a little more respect, it’s almost the exclusive distributor of such as the is-it-or-isn’t-it-defunct new consumer magazine [...]

Brayce yourself

Michael Eavis
Tim Bray

 

Bezos curves

Jeff Barr is actually the child of Jeff Bezos and Roseanne Barr. Fact. And here’s a convincing diagram to prove it:

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