Also in today's guardian....Liz Jones's house attacked

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by a disgruntled neighbour. Apparently he shot at her letterbox in protest at being described as toothless and inbred in her book.

Not condoning letterbox shootings at all, but really.

i'm no fan of liz jones but that guardian article was just as lazy as those which c&p from mn.

I think she acts if her whole life is just a newspaper column and then gets surprised when other people she mentions get annoyed because for them, it's not a newspaper column, it's, er, their life...

Cherry... pleasee, she lives near exmoor, NOT dartmoor. I know, both in Devon, so must be one and teh same to people up wot live country.BUT plenty of men with teeth round here ( dartmoor).

Sorry, I smirked at her being shot in the letterbox too.

maybe she moved to the wrong village thinking it would become organic trendy luvvies

She strikes me as a bit snobby. you'd go for tea and she'd remark on all her 'label' cloythes and sneer at your primark ones. Or she'd ask you if you wanted 'illy' and you wouldn't know it was coffee.
She's going to ned up a lonely old lady. A hungry one too given her eating issues.
Do feel a bit sad for her.

Nor does it occur to her that nobody's inviting her round because they might have read her column and decided they don't like her. Simple as that.
Or they might just find her fucking terrifying. I am a bit scared of her and she lives about 600 miles from me.

the woman is deluded.
she was on R4 the other day talking about her 'life in print'. She had no remorse about losing friends because she wrote about their personal lives and new blokes have 6 weeks (I think) before they are fodder for columns.

I don't understand why she thinks she ought to be invited into locals' houses. When I moved into my house from a different area I ddn't expect my neighbours to roll out a red carpet for me or to come round and offer me a cup of sugar -that sort of thing doesn't happen anymore, does it?

She lives in Sommerset not Devon.

I do feel sorry for her, I know she's as mad a box of frogs but she seems so lonely. Anyway she doesn't learn - she's now eyeing up a man who "isn't married but has a girlfriend" and gives a lengthy description of him which would make him identifiable to anyone who knows him.

Maybe she just thought that in the country people invite new neighbours round? Some sort of sterotypical Londoner's view of country folk. Or am I being sterotypical about Londoner's now?

It is her own problem though that she is lonely. Living in the country can be hell if you don't make the effort which she isn't. She just bitches about everything, tried to get in bed with people in relationships and then wonders why she is ignored. It is nothing to do with being insular, bored or afraid of her, making friends is a 2 way street and she just can't be arsed.

So I have not one bit of sorrow for her.

I've been trying to think who Liz Jones reminds me of and I've decided that it is Lady Catherine de Bourgh in "Pride and Prejudice." I grant you that Lady Catherine wasn't into fur-babies and the psychobabble stuff that Liz Jones is, but both have the same patronising attitude and a sense of entitlement, as StayFrosty pointed out.

I could just imagine Lady Catherine de Bourgh writing:

"I have left my London mansion and departed to my country estate in Somerset but I regret that the local gentry and rural populace have failed to show the sense of reverence and deference to which I was accustomed in London.

My generous patronage of the local population by employing several of them as servants - I mean - personal assistants - has not met with the gratitude I was expecting. Neither has my act of charity in allowing local girls to ride horses on my estate been fully appreciated.

I have tried to introduce sophisticated metropolitan customs to the simple rural folks but my insistence on Illy - which is drunk in all the fashionable London coffee houses - has been met with general ignorance and indifference.

I have made my displeasure known to Mr. Darcy - I mean Mr. Dacre, the editor of the Daily Mail, and I expect due financial recompense for my travails."

top observation, Villette. I hope you get paid by whatever paper nicks publishes your post.

My lord, this woman sends me nuts, she is sooooo self indulgent, her words turm my stomach, and her face, well I am sorry but for years they tried to pretand she was a svelt beautiful dark horse, but she looks like her life has been as hard as she makes out. I truly believe she is giving the editor one because she is beyond boring how the hell she gets a column and the chance to comment on anything is mind boggeling, vile woman.

"I didnt mean to be rude about people, not little old me"

That reminds me of an infamous daily mail reader on here, are they the same person.

I have to say when I moved I was invited round for tea quite quickly. Have now moved out to ( what is for me) the middle of nowhere and again been invited for drinks by people who live within shooting distance. However I am aware that I am an outsider trying to settle into a quite conservative settled community and have tried hard to get along with people and contribute where I can.

Agree with 5gomad the countryside can be hell if you don't put the effort in.

lol villette

lol dittany, noone actually lives next door to us bar some sheep and cows.

I was so hoping it was a misprint. Because shitting through her letterbox would be far more entertaining, if more difficul to do.

Love the fact that there are so many people who bear a grudge against her that apparently the police don't know where to start...

It's a case for Hercule Poirot, isn't it? I can almost see David Suchet arriving in the village.