Even by LJ’s standards, the volte face about Ibiza…in one article an unmitigated disaster, blah, blah, blah, and then, steeled by a determination to enjoy herself (and with the opportunity to go Blackberry picking), actually it’s all sublime, blah, blah, blah…was startlingly peculiar, Too much to expect veracity, but surely someone at the DM keeps an eye on – edit, even - these deranged witterings to avoid such glaring inconsistencies and contradictions,
Quote from the Diary (my emboldened embellishment):
“…she’s Eurotrash. She probably wears Tod’s flats and a navy blazer with gold buttons. These people float through life, staying at this friend’s villa, this other friend’s yacht, while you and I have to stay in horrible hotels with soap dispensers and rubber nonslip bath mats…”
Is this an attempt to ‘empathise’ with earthlings?
And the film-critique-that-wasn’t was downright sharp-tongued and spiteful, quite apart from being the ramblings of someone who has clearly lost the plot.
Oh, well, I must unpack after mini break w/end with George Clooney.