Without a word of a lie, this was printed in The Evening Standard the other day after the tornado. A friend of mine has picked it up and thinks it's worth celebrating in all its pompous, un-self-aware, London meeja whore bourgeois pig awfulness. it's not a piss-take. really it isn't.

"My tornado hell. This is to celebrate and remember the excellent article by freelance writer Caroline Phillips from the Evening Standard. When it was printed is irrelevant, the point is to keep it alive forever, long after the last landfill has rotted away, we are all dust, and your children's children's children may revel in the words contained herein." here

Got one

Good god that is hilarious!!!

Guffawing helplessly at Douschka the dog.

Silly bitch.

it truly is astonishing

I love the bit about her clementines being vomited across the kitchen floor...

I can't read it .. my brain melted on the first paragraph

OMG! Do you think she's a MNer?

You must read it to the end - otherwise you miss out on the Cath Kidston carpet in the nine year old's bedroom.

Snnoorrttt!!
Really not a piss take??

The bit about the firemen admiring her polished plaster walls?

Oh and the husband saying to the insurance bloke, after being offered to stay in a hotel, "There is only one hotel in London - Claridge's"

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