Monday, December 20
Satire Eats Itself
Poor old Simon Hoggart. The funniest political journalist around in the UK has admitted to partaking of Blunkett's sloppy seconds and sleeping with Kimberley Fortier Quinn not only before, but while, Blunkett was sleeping with her. I do hope he used a condom.
How many more public faces are going to come out as having slept with her? I do have a a sneaking admiration for her in as the Becky Sharp de nos jours, but really, neither of them are exactly, er, attractive. I can see how Simon Hoggart could laugh a woman into bed (I know I would, I find him hilarious and he has a deeply sexy voice) but Blunkett? With those mad eyes, scraggly grey beard and hateful personality... ugh. The thought makes my stomach lurch.
Can't wait for the News Quiz of The Year, the panel will rip Hoggart a new one. And thus satire eats itself.
11/28/2004 - 12/05/2004