Friday Friday Friday

It's Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiday! YEAH! I've always loved Fridays, but I love the evenings on a whole new level since I was bestowed with afternoon seminars this term. I love coming home from them- I buy a paper on the way, walk through the door and cast off my folders, library books and heavy winter coat before flopping on the sofa and devouring my non-academic reading of choice and smoking a spliff. There is no better way to wind down.

As well as my newspaper, I can't help but read Jodie Marsh's car crash of a blog. Allow me to provide you with a few choice samples of Marsh's extraordinary wit and wisdom:

"Mind you, this is a paper that a few days ago called me a "grotty glamour girl". The editor of said rag is a feminist ginger bitch, ugly as sin, who alledgedly beats up her own bloke. Who the hell are they to call ME "grotty"...
I know that to Rebekah Wade (editor of the Sun), Barrymore isn't a threat. Her bloke isn't gonna run off with him and certainly wouldn't look at him in an appreciative way. If I, on the other hand, was given ten minutes on my own in a room with Ross Kemp, I reckon I could give him wet dreams over me forever more. That, my friends is why she won't let any of her staff say anything nice about me and why she won't work with me. I can't wait til she gets fired and a nice Ed takes over. I'll be back on them front pages again and she'll be trying to cling on to her bloke (probably by beating him over the head with a lamp while her new best friend Barrymore takes a dip in her pool with a fan he's met in a club). Ha ha. Let all the scum float round in their cess pit together I say. Who wants friends like Barrymore or Wade anyway?! Not I....." Wed 1st Feb 2006

I never thought I would find myself defending The Sun, but I have tremendous respect for Rebekah Wade, she's one of a handful of female editors and more power to her. Plus, anyone refuses la Marsh more publicity gets a big smiley next to their name in my book.

And now, another gem:

"Stevie has a new phone and his ring tone is one of the recent house tracks that all the clubs are playing. Every time it has rung in the last few hours, it's made me want to jump onto the nearest table and start gyrating my hips while stroking my own body." Thu 2nd Feb 2006

Classy. I bet you don't wear any pants either when you're dancing on the table, do you?

Okay, enough snarking on Jodie, although I'd strongly suggest having a look through her picture galleries, particularly number 12, which contains a very fetching picture of her vomit, which you can access here.And before you ask, it's pink, so it colour coordinates with the rest of her somewhat dubious ensemble, perhaps a porno homage to Angelica from the Rugrats?

Enjoy.