Oh, an addendum to my last post ... how fortuitous that no HUMAN climber, rambler had got into trouble, fallen into the river etc. when TEN members of the Swaledale Mountain Rescue Team plus two 'sniffer' dogs* were out looking for Romanian Hilda.

Doesn't bear imagining if the Mountain Rescue Team had been otherwise engaged ... like - rescuing a person. Endless whining 'Drearies' and 'Farticles' about how their priorities were all skewed, it was all part of the conspiracy that NO-ONE LIKES HER and dogs are so much more important than humans blah blah bloody blah.

Speculating a bit about the 'sniffer dogs'. Hope that the unfortunate 'Hilda' hadn't been munching on the 'Ecstasy' tabs that The Baker allegedly left lying around (assuming the cats hadn't got at them first ...) before the 'sniffer dogs' found her.

I believe her too, to my amazement. It seems like something he's thrown out through spite as he appears to have finally had enough of the way she writes about him.

I would ask if whatever arrangement they have is coming to a timely end but we all know this will go on and on for the rest of our lives. Is LJ even capable of writing about anything else after all this time on the same drivel repeated each week?

If any of it is remotely true the woman needs sectioning. I don't even mean that in a nasty way. She also needs to be allowed to never write for public consumption again.

I am at a total loss as to how the dreary continues to be given space in the Mail and can, yet again, only assume it's because LJ knows where the bodies are buried. Surely in any other job she would have been let go out of some sort of duty of care?

I wonder whether she ***REALLY*** thinks Bakers son is "rude" and wanted to spend time with his father on his fathers birthday just spite her and cost her money?

Couldn't possibly be that he loves his dad and wants to share special days like birthdays with him could it?

Mind you, if ever there was someone born to play the role of Wicked Stepmother it's LJ

I think the Dreary continues to be given space because she probably has a contract to see her up to 60 and the Mail doesn't care how unpleasant her writing is, because this is the cheapest way of getting rid of her. I think she knows this too, which is why she carries on - after all, who else is going to take her on?

Best thing she can do is marry Nic - they'd make a perfect couple!

Unsurprisingly, the cat/ecstasy tab is yet another recycled "yarn" - I refer you to:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/ar...l-herself.html

Sorry about double post earlier...laptop went bonkers.

Well spotted, Mommie (that sounds very strange!)
Just because she can't remember what crud she wrote a year or two, she assumes the same is true of everyone else. Does she even understand how the internet works? She's an idiot as well as a spiteful liar.

It's protesting at having to read liz jones It's enough to make anyone have a bit of a tic

It does make me angry that she's paid to peddle her worthless, repetitive BS.

Not just that, but paid (six figures) just for copying and pasting her text message history. Nice work if you an get it (although it does mean alienating everyone you've ever met). I'm glad David seems to have finally grown a backbone and is calling her on her BS and giving it back. Lizzard can dish it out, but she sure can't take it.

And how did it take her from 7am until the evening to fly from Paris to London? (And who even flies between those cities nowadays anyway? The Eurostar's so much quicker). Did she fly by hot air balloon or something?

I love how evasive she was about not having gotten the Baker a birthday card, instead listing, complete with designer brand names, the various trinkets she's bought for him (usually to make herself look better).

Do you think she gets paid for the brands she plugs?

I think she probably either gets freebies/discounts from the brands. OR - and this would be rather tragic - she namedrops the bands in the HOPES they will give her freebies in gratitude.

I know the Dreary is allegedly written several weeks in advance but it is interesting that Nic has returned to the narrative mere days after this website began to question her absence.

Notice also that the anti-David sentiment is "seeded" by Nic. Liz is taking pains in this cut and paste job to frame herself - poorly - as entirely blameless in the matter of this argument. NIC told her David was being selfish. Poor Liz is being treated for ANXIETY! Cruel heartless David!

No hint of her worrying about David's mental health.

She wants him to be a fantasy man who sends "loving texts" that say the right thing at the right time, not a real person with flaws and failings who might love her anyway. Sigh. SIGH,

I wish I could get paid megabucks to write drivel. On the other hand I simply couldn't throw my loved ones under the bus like that.

Reader's Digest version...

Dreary - it's all off...

Other farticle - bit hard to tell, really, it's so very very badly written.

I'm giggling that it says 'dairy' instead of 'diary' at the top....

How does Liz get access to details of the Baker's private post-break-up therapy sessions? Is she Don Draper now? The words "unethical" and "law suit waiting to happen" slip irresistibly to mind.

<i>I can’t really see where I have gone so wrong, other than reporting his failings, and publishing them. </i>

Quite.

Odds on something approaching a reunion next week?

LOL. Goat's cheese, hopefully.

Sorry ... maybe I am a bit thick or something ... but who is 'Siri', who suddenly appears in 'The Dreary'? Maybe I've missed an allusion somewhere along the way .

Anyway, just steeling myself to read her 'Farticle' .. more and more, I can't understand how the Fail on Sunday keeps her on ... unless, as posted by far wiser Digital Spies than I, that she has a contract ... or she knows where some bodies are buried ...

As a previous wise and wonderful poster remarked, Jones has no qualms about 'throwing under the bus' her relatives and 'loved ones', i.e. all her family and The Baker. Sorry, mentioned all this before - I was a freelance journalist all my working life, wrote a weekly column for a newspaper group for fifteen years - but if I'd EVER had written such horrible, personal stuff about my nearest and dearest, my feet would not have touched the ground as our ETHICAL editor threw me out.

Some of my family are in the legal profession. I am amazed that the stuff she's written about The Baker's personal habits - smelling of smoke, long fingernail, his home being not up to Jones's exacting standards and now ... hints about drugs. How bloody DARE she? Were I The Baker's, or his investors' , lawyers, I'd be having a little chat ...

Anyway, back to 'Siri' - who the hell is 'Siri'?

Siri is the voice controlled app for an iphone-or so the youngsters tell me these days

The assistant/artificial intelligence feature on Apple products is Siri.

Um, thanks, ... none the wiser, to be honest. My Nokia phone is almost twenty years old and my (two) computers are Microsoft, not Apple. So - never heard of 'Siri'.

But I digress .. just steeled myself to read her Fail on Sunday 'Fartictle' http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/ar...-one-them.html
Umm ... thought a few Drearies/Farticles ago, she's sorted the Inland Revenue stuff and that her accountants/agent or she had got it wrong and she didn't owe them much ..but now it's suddenly £400K. Oh PLEASE.

Nice, that's she's now put in the boot to her ex cleaner, who bloody DARED to turn up in a car and smoked .. give me strength!

And ... um ... she's only allowed to spend a quid on her credit card ...that's a new one.

Please PLEASE, Fail on Sunday, could you not sort of ... alter her 'contract' or whatever and transmute it into a nice long long LONG stay in 'The Priory'? And if she does know the 'where bodies are buried' stuff to keep her job going ... well, just remember, 'confession is good for the soul'.

She's already done The Priory.

The only way I can imagine Helen saying "The most glorious thing about you, Liz, is that you are not a pathetic female with no job − you are hard-working, brilliant and very caring (perhaps some people don’t realise the extent of this)"

is if she were, understandably, unnerved and a little scared by Liz's rambling TMI, and just said it in a placating "please don't hunt me down and kill me, obviously unhinged person" sort of way

I thought that. Surely therapists are bound by the same oaths of confidentiality that doctors are?

She also dared to have a coffee! The nerve of her. It was even non-organic - definitely grounds for the sack.

LJ really is an amazingly nasty person: "Maybe my cleaner, clutching her vat of non-organic hot milk, felt, for a few minutes, walking through Clerkenwell, like a normal person, like an office worker." I've always thought of cleaners as normal people!


It (allegedly) is her debit card. Maybe her account has a minimum balance of 100 pounds.