Brits make the best Dish
So, after posting that mammoth Heatwave weekend recount – especially with a Firefox crash in the middle of filing the links and uploading the pictures – I needed a head-clearing break. Headed to the Blue Sky Bakery for a coffin and a muffee. Picked up the daily paper, opened it at the gossip column, sat back and read the following, which exclusively occupied one page:
The piece on Pete Doherty’s latest drug bust and how all Kate Moss‘ friends are begging her to ditch the loser. (But she won’t listen.)
An item about the death of Brian Jones. A new film is examining the claim that Jones was drowned in an argument with builder Frank Thorogood. (Which is strange because only yesterday I was talking about this very thing.)
An item about John Cleese selling his colon online.
And a quick suprise item that Victoria Beckham has never read a book. In her life.
What do all the above gossip subjects have in common? You’re right, they’re all British. So what paper was I reading? The Sun? The Mirror? The Mail? The Star?
No, I live in New York. That was today’s Rush & Malloy column in the New York Daily News. (All stories at this link.) Do they write exclusively about Brits EVERY day?
PS: Bonus points for the headline about Kate’s dependency: Moss clings to her man of substance. Ouch.