Thursday, April 19, 2007

Rod Liddle: A droopy jest

Is there a mischievous sub on the Sunday Times books pages? I only ask because directly underneath a glowing review of Angus McLaren’s book Impotence: A Cultural History at the weekend, the mag ran Rod Liddle’s own review of an entirely different book (about racism in the Deep South). Liddle, you may remember, was subjected to much humiliation in 2005 during his highly public marriage break up when his estranged wife told any newspaper that would listen that the star hack often took receipt of packets of what this elderly lady will only politely refer to as, ahem, the little blue pills……

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

It might also mean he's a lot more active sexually than allowed by his... natural capacities! ;-)

Walter Ellis said...

You will be pleased to know that, having taken your advice, I have had my prostate checked. An instance of the finger position revealed what we might call the bleeding obvious: that I am as well as can be expected. At any rate, I am in one piece and looking ahead to a further 20 years of whatever it is I do. Now, madame, it is time that you made an appointment with a suitably qualified professional. You may be clever and you may (sometimes) be shrewd, but your mind is diseased. If you were a young man, you would be arrested. Take my advice - get help.

Arcati said...

Darling Walter,

I am delighted to learn that your prostate is in tip-top condition; you can never be too hypochondriac, that's what I always say. As a Times obituarist you have much to do yet and many middling to great lives to immortalise for the whisperers in the public reference libraries. And God help me should I ever become so esteemed, and so unfortunate as to pre-decease you, that you are entrusted with the task of describing the high points of my admittedly complex life, perhaps latterly spent in an asylum.

I am quite confident that you will turn 90. God doesn't want you. Yet.

MAx

Walter Ellis said...

I know who you remind me of: the young Mary Kenny. Please be assured that should I ever be asked to write your obituary, I shall do so with a vigour that, were you alive, would have you spinning in your grave. Stay well!

Anonymous said...

This is pure joy. More! More! And I see the Madame has already turned your comment into a testimonial in the sidebar, Walter.

Walter Ellis said...

Indeed! An Arcati sidebar is the pornographic equivalent of Mount Rushmore. I am so proud.

Duralex said...

<< You may be clever and you may (sometimes) be shrewd,... >>

That didn't really strike me, but I'm a very difficult guy.

<< but your mind is diseased. >>

I'd say possessed, rather. She's a mad old virgin, don't you know ? Didn't someone mention the possibility of an exorcism ? ;-)