Liz Jones plumbs new depths of lunacy

[Greythorne]

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I do worry about her mental health. No joke.

My link was different article, same luffly picture Boffles

I like her - I think her persona isa bit of a fake construct, and she exaggerates to get people talking (and it works, to be honest).

She makes me laugh sometimes - her account of attending Glastonbury was very funny.

Daily Mail scam.

The woman is a disgrace to journalism (and that's saying something).

Any old rubbish will do if it makes a story.

No you don't Getorf, that's the drugzz talking. She is a witchy witch.

I'm weeping at yours, Sue. Naice ham!

I find it hard to read it without glazing over.

But it's probably half made up, and the other part exaggerated.

Which is why she gets the writing job for the DM I imagine.

I love it too. So funny.

Liz's coy hinting that a man rushing to pay her toll to prove that 'not all men are monsters' apart from being entirely fiction is odd. Is it not more likely he just wanted to get the silly cow lane-blocking 'mare out of the way?

"very gifted writer and apparently very flaky human being"

"Her frequent claims to be a vegan are refuted by her eating eggs and other dairy products. "

Heh.

gifted? I hope they kept the receipt.

Vie just read to the end of the wiki page

Hang on a minute... is Jim Kerr her rock star boyf? My Jim Kerr????? I thought it was Robert Plant...

She's vile. What is wrong with her? Just full of venom, hatred for other women and obvious self loathing.

...and all this 'I'm a feminist' bollocks. Whatevs, Liz. You're not fooling anybody.

y'see that's the kind of thing that gives feminists a bad name. MRA's take note.

Well, the wiki quote about her "veganism" may clear up another little mystery.

Many years ago (well in the '90's) Boy George had a column in the Mail. Every other week, he would mention his veganism. The following week, he would then rhapsodise about some omelette, or similar.

Boy George's ghostwriter, and the person behind Liz Jones, are the Same Person!

That could explain a lot, actually. I've pretty much hated Karma Chameleon ever since I read that series of Columns under the name Boy George, for evoking similar feelings as Liz Jones evokes in my fellow MNers, on this thread.

the Mail has form for 'creative subbing' of Femail features that aren't quite hysterical enough; that read to me as if LJ has delivered her usual borderline-intervention copy, and someone decided to take it over the top for her. There are definite shifts of tone in there that don't quite match up, like bad Photoshopping.

I feel sorry for her - if she's not creating a fictional character for herself. Her world must be such a sad place.

For all those concerned, they are jodhpurs, not leggings, which is strange considering jodhpurs are virtually indestructable. She's either attacked them with a stanley knife or that cat is a lot more vicious than it looks!

Here never mind the sperm stealing, did anyone read the article the other week about women who bake?

Basically she insinuated we are all either fat cream eating boring kitchen bound middle class lovies or spend all our time on beauty treatments and products.

She hates women with children, though its quite clear its jealousy that does that, bless her. I get quite annoyed at her insinuation we are all free loading off the childless colleagues who are actually running the world. Some of us amazingly DO manage to hold responsible jobs and do them well, have children, a good relationship and a nice house/friends - though we dont have time to wipe the bottom of the tins before we put the shopping awy in the cupboard.

Did anyone else's heart stop when they read the words

"I resolved to steal his sperm from him in the middle of the night? ... theft itself was remarkably easy?"

OH GOD NO- STOP READING-DON'T LOOK AT THE WORDS- OH SHIT?

Oh phew, you took the used condom, oh thank Christ

Can you imagine if she had had a child?

First there would have been some terrible LJ parenting columns educating the rest of us on how to do things her way.

Then there would either have been years of therapy for the child when s/he hit adulthood followed by some tell-all book about life with a fruitbat LJ.

Or (much worse) an LJ clone loose in the world, especially if the child were a girl, where the two of them collaborated on everything and laughed about being mistaken for sisters, possibly before some nasty split because LJ cracked onto LJ Clones boyfriends.