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 know what Illy coffee is! Not that I drink it y'understand.

I've lived in the country, and as rednecks, we used to take great delight is shooting the road signs.. oh yes, long days indeeeed.

I very much doubt there were bullets per se from a handgun shot at her: it looks more like shot from a shotgun to me.

At least they didn't poison her dog - now that would be 'unfriendly'.

We used to measure distance as a 'stones throw' - or within 'spitting distance' if you measured the same as the crow flies....

Lovely! I live in the city now

She's now come back with a response. She doesn't understand why people there don't like her. Shame

Much as I detest this woman, and much as I detest the modern 'I was being ironic' excuse, isn't it likely that Ms Jones is in fact a relatively normal, decent human being who happens to make good money from sending herself up?

It's like the media obsession with 'Manolos'. Nobody I know owns a pair or has even seen a pair in a shop, but apparently women have to be appeased with Manolo references in every second line of journo-speak.

And Ms Jones has to mention upmarket coffee and country-bumpkin stereotypes in order to meet the modern criteria of sarky, designer name dropping lifestyle journalism as lapped up (sadly) by women in their thousands?

I think she was being ironic and it has bitten her on the arse.

I'm not sure she would know irony if it bit her on the arse.

she rejects comments that she isn't part of the community but saying 'but she employs some of them'

thing is she will get yards of copy out of this little mêlée

her angst
her panic
too afraid to eat - ooops no that is every damn day

maybe the letter box had more girth and was easier target to hit

she is ghastly galloping snob

eh,but cant condone this kind of behaviour

Oh FFS it's far more likely to have been a bored rural teen with an airgun who didn't even know or care whose letterbox he was shooting at.
Liz, it's when they leave the severed horse's head in your bed that you need to worry. Or they do shit on your doorstep. That's personal. One stray airgun pellet is not.
[googles the price of train ticket to Exmoor. Packs some senna pods.]

yes she is so clenched she will need a max dose senna

I suspect this was a publicity stunt, generated to enhance her column. I mean whats a girl to do when suffering from writers block?

She's constantly waxing lyrical about her penchant for the "finer" things in life. She wrote "You have to be careful when wearing leggings...I bought a silver pair by Les Chiffoniers for £585 to wear on Christmas day, but made sure I wore them under a sheer chiffon skirt and a gray cashmere sweater."

And in another column condemns her "friend with three young children who admits to spending more than £400 a week on food. There is no longer any concept that you might make do towards the end of the week."

Hmm definitely qualifies for first prize as the most vacuous, self-obsessed neurotic around.

i don't live in london and i know what Illy coffee is.

in fact, i drink it. it really is bloody lovely
although waitrose own brand espresso blend is pretty good too (and about half the price)

I enjoyed reading this this morning, what she says is very true.

I read this a few weeks ago. thought it was rather good

"I've been criticised for not being involved with the local community but I employ about ten people at the house, plus a gardener, a groom, a podiatrist and a chiropractor."

priceless.

(and I've just moved from London to the country. and I have two tins of illy coffee (caf and decaf) next to my espresso machine.)

I live in Adelaide and even I have heard of Illy coffee.

She is going to be on Women's Hour this morning

Why? Why give her airtime?

so did you hear her on Womans hour?
Priceless... wittering on about the number people she employs, the spinning group she's joined and how she's so generous she allows all the locals to use her riding school.... for free you know!
Parting line, she should have stayed in Hackney, everyone was much friendlier...
Sad, sad woman

just went to listen on i-player. she does come across as rather sad. i felt a bit sorry for her actually. strange woman

God knows why she moved to Dulverton, fgs. I would have thought that the country, to a woman like her, would be a chi-chi cottage in the Cotswolds, or a village on the Surrey/Hampshire borders. She owuld have found illy coffee there. However, Exmoor is a bit bleak - no wonder she can't cope.

kinda of desperate but oblivious, don't you think hatwoman?
She is sad, strikes quite a pathetic figure really. Well, I don't think that feature will have helped her cause. Very heavy on what she can do for them, very short on empathy and understanding.

I thought both her and that other journo woman sounded barking. It's like 'country folk' are some other species and townies need to master the art of 'country folk whispering' in order to tame them.

What show has that sketch where the middle class family have a Geordie pet?

She just sounded so patronising - as if hiring everyone around would make them friends. No, it just makes you very unlikely to be invited round for a cuppa. She came over as pretty selfish/self-obsessed. Her life in London sounded awful though - some kind of ab-fab nightmare.

I love how when she's showing off, she lived in Islington, but when she is trying to highlight her plight she lives in Hackney. FFS: she lived in Islington which happens to fall under Hackney Council. She didn't live in darkest Dalston (where I once saw a man slumped in the door of a shop with blood pouring out of his mouth at 8:30am). Stupid bint.

I think I would rather wake up tomorrow as a man, than wake up as Liz Jones.
Awful, awful woman. She takes self-obsession to a new high.

I had never heard of Liz Jones until reading this thread and now wish I could rewind and start the day in blissful ignorance.