Who would have thought that Kate would take time off from modelling and her affair with the enormously talented-and-not-just-famous-because-of-his-drug-habit Pete Doherty to write the novelisation of a 1986 Dave Bowie film? ffice
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And look, she’s so high on cocaine, she can’t spell her name right!
When are people going to get over the Da Vinci Code? You’d have think that what with 70 per cent of the world’s surface now covered in copies of the book, the last thing the general populace would want would be a second-rate imitation. But apparently not.
According to my statistical analysis, if you laid all the books that have “Better than The Da Vinci Code!” written on the back end to end, you’d have enough books to cover an area the size of Wales. And at the rate they’re being published, surveys have revealed that by 2007, they will cover 20,000 areas the size of ffice:smarttags" />Wales, or about half of John Prescott.
I have a horrible feeling that if Wodehouse were alive today, Summer At Blandings would be edited to include the accidental theft of Emsworth’s prize Holy Grail and the farcical attempts of the Ickenham family and their young son Jesus to replace it before Heroderick Glossop pronounces him “potty”.
Meanwhile, the gimlet-eyed Baxter has spotted a sign in the design of a cow creamer and is attempting to prove to Constance that it means Beech is related to Mary Magdalene.
Probly make more sense than this, though.
