Who gives one about la lohan's business. We all want more coverage of the dev-ops angle on Kim Cardassian
The good burghers of Kettering have been left in a pre-Christmas tizzy as Lindsay Lohan appears to be on the brink of reneging on her promise to turn on the Northants powerhouse for Christmas. La Lohan had promised to flick the switch on the town’s Christmas lights back in June, after being accused of insulting the midlands …
...to find this wasn't an update on our beloved Low Orbit Helium Assisted Navigator mission, but just some meaningless celebrity bollocks. C'mon El Reg, we read you precisely because you DON'T peddle this shit.
Friday afternoons used to be fun round here, where's our BOFH and/or Stob rewards for making it through another week?
I've come to love the Daily Mail. You know how Winston Smith initially had misgivings about Big Brother, but he finally saw sense and realised he was wrong to doubt the awesome power of The Party? I've come to love the Daily Mail. It's self-aware. The writers know that everybody hates them; they are magnificent, talented professionals.
They have a thing now where they run photos of a fading star whose body is in terrible shape, but the article says e.g. "X flaunts her gym-honed figure", or "Y's dangerous curves were on display as the glamorous bombshell did yoga in the park". Now check out the article about Lohan in London - "the US star looked stunning in a statement dress for an evening with pals", followed by a photo of a drunk middle-aged woman with a double chin and awful lipstick.
Seriously, something clicked inside my brain. It's not real. The Daily Mail isn't real. It's self-aware. Of all the newspapers published in Britain at the moment it is the only one that is (a) alive (b) keenly intelligent. The Guardian doesn't count - it's written by dreadful bores who only have one topic. The Mail is genius and I love it. I love The Daily Mail.
It is the apparent source of reviving an old claim that Bill Clinton had an illegitimate son with a black lady - besides, also apparently, the young man in question not giving up, in spite of an alleged (possibly false) failed paternity test using published data about Bill Clinton's DNA that Bill, er, left on Monica Lewinsky's clothes.
From there to Drudge - I'm told - and WND (gasp!) as well.
My impression is that no one cared between the original fuss and October 2016, but it isn't something that I looked for.
I wonder how proficient he is at sax.
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