A mother of five suffers a stroke live on international television, and no-one bats an eyelid.
Well, except her, obviously.
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This level of understanding as to what words, y’know, actually mean might be a clue as to why the ‘London Lite’ newspaper is given away free, as opposed to them asking you to part with the old hard-earned for it…
Blue lips are, as you may know, one of the symptoms of hypothermia.
Probably better to buy your winter woolies from somewhere else, then.
Sean Connery’s new book, ‘Being A Scot’ there. Critics have suggested it’s disappointing in that it reveals fewer details about his career than they might have hoped.
Speaking purely for my puerile self, I find the subject of it a bit odd, given that he’s lived in the USA for the best part of three decades. And, it seems, I’m far from the most high-profile person to have commented on this.
Perhaps rather ungallantly, Phil Jupitus has said that in recent years, every time Madonna sings something ‘raunchy’, all he can hear is the phrase “Come and give your Auntie a kiss”.
For my part, I find it far more disturbing that so many of her videos and publicity shots seem to be rather emphatically … well, let’s say groinal. It might be that as the mother of several children, she’s quite intoxicated with the life-creating power of her womb, but in a strange parallel with Mr Jupitus, when I see recent pictures of Madonna, almost all of them make me hear words in the same vein as the following…
“Look at my crotch! Look at it!”
“I don’t care if you want to look or not! Look at it!”
“LOOK AT IT! And then, buy the album and tickets for the tour. Thanks.”
And the strangest thing is, I’m pretty sure that both adverts appeared, mere pages apart, in US comics of the time.
…the one-idea man is King.