A week is a long time in press, and what a week it’s been.
Firstly, it’s been a week of great reading across the tabloids courtesy of everyone’s least favourite lionheart John Terry. It really couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. Particular highlights have been the Popbitch ‘Terry’s All Gold’ JT mini-special and the News Of The World I devoured on a train journey at the weekend. Yet things were to get better still.
I missed this morning’s Sun, but mid-morning I received the following email dialogue from my flatmate, who works for one of Britain’s largest publishing houses:
“My office has gone a bit crazy – we’re publishing The Baby Diaries by Tess Daly next week, which is a very sweet book all about her pregnancy and happy home life with Vernon. Presume you’ve seen the Sun this morning...”
Of course, I didn’t need to have read it, to quickly realise that squeaky Vernon had done a JT – another golden scoop for News International. With a tabloid-oriented crisis unfolding over at flatmate’s office, for once I wished I too worked in the sleepy world of book publishing. I broke the news to the girls around the office, who all seemed mystified as to why VK would stray from poor Tess. It took a man to explain to them that living such a squeaky clean wife +2 kids life as VK’s is always going to leave one pining after a the odd bit of Page 3 slapper filth. The voicing of this opinion did little to endear me to said girls in the office.
There’s only been one down-side to the JT affair for me. Yesterday Trophy_Wife said she was so sick of The Mirror that John Terry appeared on the front today we would cancel it form our newspaper order. Unfortunately for me they ran with JT for another day and thus I made the cancellation call and kissed goodbye to my daily gannet-like fill of the 3am Girls etc. I’m blaming News International for this.
What Trophy_Wife will not know until the morning however, is that on our daily newspaper delivery, I replaced the Mirror with the Daily Sport.
