Im thinking of taking a piccie of my mammoth boobies and sending her the photo. What do you think?
I can also tell her that, although i might have FF boobs, they certainly havent helped me progress up the ladder into a super smashing career.
According to LJ, women cannot possibly get a job or any career progression without the use of sex and/or mammary glands. I'm not sure what she used as it wasn't the mammaries and it certainly wasn't talent.
How many times recently has she recounted someone exclaiming: "Liz Jones!" when they meet her for the first time? Even the Rock Star supposedly did it at the alleged first meeting in the cafe. There's something almost Alan-Partridge-esque about the way she relates these moments, as if people are genuinely awe-struck by the wonder of meeting her.
No..... it's that horrible thing that happens when you bump into someone you've been trying to avoid for several years (usually successfully). For one split second you recognise them and nearly say hello to them .....and then..... you REMEMBER......! ARGGgggghhhhH it's LIZ JONES!
I reckon RS sat backwards on his chair as he was a) protecting her from launching onto his lap and b) getting ready to use it as a weapon!
Would lurrrrrve to know what Julie Burchill makes of Liz Jones, rekon she'd shred her within seconds. Does anyone know how to email Ms Burchill nowadays?
Im thinking of taking a piccie of my mammoth boobies and sending her the photo. What do you think?
I can also tell her that, although i might have FF boobs, they certainly havent helped me progress up the ladder into a super smashing career.
I think you should hunt her down and give her a massive big cuddle in those FFs and hopefully accidentally smother her in the process - or leastways put in her in a state of mental torture
She is such a BIATCH - since when did anyone except porn stars and page 3 girls 'progress' as a result of the size of their breasts? Fux sake that woman makes me wana puuuukkke badly. She's got serious issues and she's just spewing out displaced emotions and nastiness all over the place. The woman needs sectioning for a nice long time in a secluded secure unit where she can think about HERSELF for a while and take a long hard look in the mirror.
According to LJ, women cannot possibly get a job or any career progression without the use of sex and/or mammary glands. I'm not sure what she used as it wasn't the mammaries and it certainly wasn't talent.
She's old skewl snobbery and prejudice - a fortunately thoroughly distasteful concept nowadays. HOW the heck does she keep her job? She must have dirt on the Daily Heil?
She's old skewl snobbery and prejudice - a fortunately thoroughly distasteful concept nowadays. HOW the heck does she keep her job? She must have dirt on the Daily Heil?
No.... She works for the Daily Heil.. so not out of the ordinary, on planet Daily Heil...
Yes, but further down Andrew Ridegely is also mentioned. Also, Jim Kerr is too old (she claims the RS is late 40s) has been married twice (not three times) and his hotel is in Italy, not the south of France.
But... why all this debate ? Seeing as it's a proven fact she's lied through her pointy teeth about how she met him, it's pretty much a given that there is no such person. Mind, this tweet is priceless:
" Face it, if you happen to find yourself looking at a topless Liz Jones, it's basically been a bad night." :eek::eek::eek::D
OK, so, according to the Diary, the 'Rock Star'...
lives in Somerset (implied)...
is skinny...
owns an hotel in the south of France (EasyJet flies to a nearby airport)...
which has a vinyard...
has a farm somewhere else (the UK - implied)...
is learning to make cheese...
has a labrador...
is 47 or 48...
has children...
was active as a musician during the 80s.
According to the book he...
has blue eyes...
was interviewed by LJ in the 80's...
went into rehab in the early 90's...
has been married at least three times.
Is anyone else a bit concerned about this hotel where they apparently allow guests to bring dogs that are not entirely housetrained?! :eek: I imagine we'd all want to make absolutely sure we never stay in that particular establishment.....especially not in the room LJ has just stayed in with the aforementioned dog.... Eek!
ok, for one minute let's assume he exists. If so, La Jones has suddenly developed a sense of discretion. None of her recent articles have mentioned 'my boyfriend' or 'my lover' or 'the rat I had a one night stand with'.
We all know she has a habit of dragging her personal life into everything she writes no matter how unrelated.
If Liz truly had a Rock Star lover she wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut or stop boasting of her wonderful new life.
Is anyone else a bit concerned about this hotel where they apparently allow guests to bring dogs that are not entirely housetrained?! :eek: I imagine we'd all want to make absolutely sure we never stay in that particular establishment.....especially not in the room LJ has just stayed in with the aforementioned dog.... Eek!
True - were I the manager of an hotel where a guest checking in had allowed her dog to piss in the flower pots in the lobby, I'd kick the mutt's backside straight out the door, swiftly followed by the owner's.
OK, so, according to the Diary, the 'Rock Star'...
lives in Somerset (implied)...
is skinny...
owns an hotel in the south of France (EasyJet flies to a nearby airport)...
which has a vinyard...
has a farm somewhere else (the UK - implied)...
is learning to make cheese...
has a labrador...
is 47 or 48...
has children...
was active as a musician during the 80s.
According to the book he...
has blue eyes...
was interviewed by LJ in the 80's...
went into rehab in the early 90's...
has been married at least three times.
This is, of course, assuming he actually exists.
I reckon he is an amalgamation of various different people she would have liked to have had a relationship with if they even knew or cared she existed. He is probably a mixture of Jim Kerr and Alex James with a bit of Sting and Bono thrown in for good measure. He is a figment flapping about in her dying imagination.
Am I missing something... or is there no 'Jones Moans' this week ? She can't be on holiday, as we all know she's not had one of those in 30 years, so maybe the RS has whisked her away to Vegas for a quickie wedding... or maybe she's expired from an excess of unaccustomed horizontal jogging. :eek:
Am I missing something... or is there no 'Jones Moans' this week ? She can't be on holiday, as we all know she's not had one of those in 30 years, so maybe the RS has whisked her away to Vegas for a quickie wedding... or maybe she's expired from an excess of unaccustomed horizontal jogging. :eek:
Maybe she had to be hospitalised after an attack of vapours on seeing the cat being put in the bin.
Ok, I'm offically sad but I went into a bookshop this week and picked up the new edition of the Exmoor Files. There's an additional twenty or so pages at the back mostly rehashes of her columns but one bit about the Rock star.
At the end of the original edition she is at a crossroads with ex hubby, millionaire (who was actually someone she met for an article on speed dating) and Rock Star on the horizon. Now she says that Rock Star got a bit stalkerish plagued her with letters and poems and invites and insisted that they had met in a past life. All this turned her off rather.
Yet, she still went to his hotel, shrieked at him and had sex in the past few weeks?
Can we go back to the weekly tales of dead and defecating animals?
Now she says that Rock Star got a bit stalkerish plagued her with letters and poems and invites and insisted that they had met in a past life. All this turned her off rather.
But none of this is mentioned in the Diary, however. Like I said, the woman has no concept of plausibility ("oh, there's a horse I bought a year ago that I've never mentioned, well, it died and I'm so unhappy").
But none of this is mentioned in the Diary, however. Like I said, the woman has no concept of plausibility ("oh, there's a horse I bought a year ago that I've never mentioned, well, it died and I'm so unhappy").
Its getting to be like one of those dodgy american soaps now - the kind of show that invents characters and situations out of no-where despite the fact that whats gone before completely contradicts it
Am I missing something... or is there no 'Jones Moans' this week ? She can't be on holiday, as we all know she's not had one of those in 30 years, so maybe the RS has whisked her away to Vegas for a quickie wedding... or maybe she's expired from an excess of unaccustomed horizontal jogging. :eek:
I noticed that - no LJ moans - and no update to her blog or any other articles either. I just can''t believe that this Sundays diary is going to start "reader - I married him" !
So she has either been sold as a sex slave by the evil rock star or gone of on another non holiday to recover from her traumatic weekend with him - if it happened at all which I doubt.
So, according to the latest (and frankly, quite seriously odd) installment, the RS didn't know that her ex-hubby had never seen her breasts, didn't know she'd never slept with a white man and assumed that men chatted her up all the time. She also hopes he doesn't read what she's writing.
Odd that... because in early July she wrote "Oh dear, he has been reading my column. Men aren’t supposed to read YOU."
Also, in the Diary she says when she lived next door to David Scacre in the 80s it was in Brixton, yet in the first Diary book, it was in Stockwell. OK, so they're only about a mile and a half apart, but Brixton isn't Stockwell any more than Stockwell is Lambeth
It's just bad fantasy - the conversation supposedly between them in bed just does not have the slightest ring of truth or reality - and as for the dog sitting there between them watching the action - seriously strange! Still in love with her ex husband ? Oh no I hoped we had heard the last of him.
I see she's on another non holiday in Florida now - poor Liz .
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I can also tell her that, although i might have FF boobs, they certainly havent helped me progress up the ladder into a super smashing career.
^ * retracts bit about misshtakes
According to LJ, women cannot possibly get a job or any career progression without the use of sex and/or mammary glands. I'm not sure what she used as it wasn't the mammaries and it certainly wasn't talent.
No..... it's that horrible thing that happens when you bump into someone you've been trying to avoid for several years (usually successfully). For one split second you recognise them and nearly say hello to them .....and then..... you REMEMBER......! ARGGgggghhhhH it's LIZ JONES!
I reckon RS sat backwards on his chair as he was a) protecting her from launching onto his lap and b) getting ready to use it as a weapon!
Would lurrrrrve to know what Julie Burchill makes of Liz Jones, rekon she'd shred her within seconds. Does anyone know how to email Ms Burchill nowadays?
I think you should hunt her down and give her a massive big cuddle in those FFs and hopefully accidentally smother her in the process - or leastways put in her in a state of mental torture
She is such a BIATCH - since when did anyone except porn stars and page 3 girls 'progress' as a result of the size of their breasts? Fux sake that woman makes me wana puuuukkke badly. She's got serious issues and she's just spewing out displaced emotions and nastiness all over the place. The woman needs sectioning for a nice long time in a secluded secure unit where she can think about HERSELF for a while and take a long hard look in the mirror.
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She's old skewl snobbery and prejudice - a fortunately thoroughly distasteful concept nowadays. HOW the heck does she keep her job? She must have dirt on the Daily Heil?
No.... She works for the Daily Heil.. so not out of the ordinary, on planet Daily Heil...
I say!
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It's still just guesswork and supposition like the rest of us are doing.
Yes, but further down Andrew Ridegely is also mentioned. Also, Jim Kerr is too old (she claims the RS is late 40s) has been married twice (not three times) and his hotel is in Italy, not the south of France.
But... why all this debate ? Seeing as it's a proven fact she's lied through her pointy teeth about how she met him, it's pretty much a given that there is no such person. Mind, this tweet is priceless:
" Face it, if you happen to find yourself looking at a topless Liz Jones, it's basically been a bad night." :eek::eek::eek::D
lives in Somerset (implied)...
is skinny...
owns an hotel in the south of France (EasyJet flies to a nearby airport)...
which has a vinyard...
has a farm somewhere else (the UK - implied)...
is learning to make cheese...
has a labrador...
is 47 or 48...
has children...
was active as a musician during the 80s.
According to the book he...
has blue eyes...
was interviewed by LJ in the 80's...
went into rehab in the early 90's...
has been married at least three times.
This is, of course, assuming he actually exists.
If the Rock Star does exist, he is insane. Truly.
We all know she has a habit of dragging her personal life into everything she writes no matter how unrelated.
If Liz truly had a Rock Star lover she wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut or stop boasting of her wonderful new life.
True - were I the manager of an hotel where a guest checking in had allowed her dog to piss in the flower pots in the lobby, I'd kick the mutt's backside straight out the door, swiftly followed by the owner's.
I reckon he is an amalgamation of various different people she would have liked to have had a relationship with if they even knew or cared she existed. He is probably a mixture of Jim Kerr and Alex James with a bit of Sting and Bono thrown in for good measure. He is a figment flapping about in her dying imagination.
Maybe she had to be hospitalised after an attack of vapours on seeing the cat being put in the bin.
Aha- NOW we know who set up the Facebook hate group....
At the end of the original edition she is at a crossroads with ex hubby, millionaire (who was actually someone she met for an article on speed dating) and Rock Star on the horizon. Now she says that Rock Star got a bit stalkerish plagued her with letters and poems and invites and insisted that they had met in a past life. All this turned her off rather.
Yet, she still went to his hotel, shrieked at him and had sex in the past few weeks?
Can we go back to the weekly tales of dead and defecating animals?
But none of this is mentioned in the Diary, however. Like I said, the woman has no concept of plausibility ("oh, there's a horse I bought a year ago that I've never mentioned, well, it died and I'm so unhappy").
Its getting to be like one of those dodgy american soaps now - the kind of show that invents characters and situations out of no-where despite the fact that whats gone before completely contradicts it
So she has either been sold as a sex slave by the evil rock star or gone of on another non holiday to recover from her traumatic weekend with him - if it happened at all which I doubt.
Odd that... because in early July she wrote "Oh dear, he has been reading my column. Men aren’t supposed to read YOU."
Also, in the Diary she says when she lived next door to David Scacre in the 80s it was in Brixton, yet in the first Diary book, it was in Stockwell. OK, so they're only about a mile and a half apart, but Brixton isn't Stockwell any more than Stockwell is Lambeth
Repeat after me. Load. Of. Bollocks.
It's just bad fantasy - the conversation supposedly between them in bed just does not have the slightest ring of truth or reality - and as for the dog sitting there between them watching the action - seriously strange! Still in love with her ex husband ? Oh no I hoped we had heard the last of him.
I see she's on another non holiday in Florida now - poor Liz .