I am probably never going to go on holiay to Papua New Guinea.
Rod Liddle is an arsewipe.
Do not need to look at adverts for 2.4 million ound gaffs in Putney. Likewise am not in the market for a second home in Zermatt.
I can't afford the shoes and think that Natalie Hartley looks like a lazy-eyed scrubber whatever she happens to be wearing that week.
Am not in the market for 6 figure sum job running a council somewhere.
Am not going to watch sadie Frost in her new theatrical appearance.
Do not frequent the same restayurants as AA Gill.
Sunday Times has absolutely no relation to my life at all. Why do I love it so much and devour it every week?