The more I hear of Richard Desmond the more I wonder whether we might not get on rather well after all. For I hear that he put his staff to good use at the 11th anniversary party of his excellent flagship magazine OK! on Saturday, May 12, at a London venue to which I shall not give free publicity.
Writers, subs, designers and assorted other media grunts from OK! and his other sleb titles were ordered to attend the event and welcome the many star arrivals, such as Jordan, Sophie Anderton, Bianca Gascoigne, Michelle Bass and other glitzy personages sourced to, or headed for, TV reality shows.
Alas, ‘twas a rainy, cold night. So umbrellas were generously distributed to the grunts outside in order to provide ambulatory shelter to each celeb on the route from limo to party venue entrance. This ferrying process took about two hours so that by the time all the guests were in, quite a few young staffers in their flimsy yet chic party frocks were a-shiveri’ and a-shakin’. An adjacent chestnut seller at his glowing brazier would have done a roaring trade.
On the party guest list shown to me, I see the letter “P” against certain star names. This was to indicate that Richard Desmond – who should surely have received a knighthood by now – wished to be photographed with the selected celebrity in a room wallpapered in the red OK! logo, for possible future use in that mag. One can only pity those Z-listers who do not yet qualify for such treatment.
I applaud Mr Desmond’s pioneering use of his employees. I know from painful experience myself how ruinously expensive professional party-planners can be.
3 comments:
> the many star arrivals, such as Jordan, Sophie Anderton, Bianca Gascoigne, Michelle Bass
But who the hell are those famous nobodies?
> and other glitzy personages sourced to, or headed for, TV reality shows.
Ah, that explains my guilty ignorance. :-)
> I applaud Mr Desmond’s pioneering use of his employees.
That's called "new slavery system", carissima.
Oh come on, lorenzo, Jordan is tits ahead of anyone else on the list there... You've surely heard of, or seen her in the tabs or OK mag or other similar "mainstream" publications?
She didn't do "Love Island" though. That's reserved for names, mainly unknown or "related", who are "cracking it/up". She did "I'm a Celebrity, Get me Out of Here", in passing and that's where she met the love of her life, Pete, along with stomaching all sorts of things that others would vomit up/walk away from. She's got balls, that girl. And indeed she did. In her mouth, I think. The necessity of the challenge presented and the need to win meals for the rest in the jungle was her spur...
But back to Pete. Not the Pete Stringfellow variety as it happens. But someone from Australia who used to have a good singing career before the market did its usual fickle episode.
This Pete has recently had a health crisis; I wish him well, I really do. He may have been previously drawn to silicone enhancement, but he's proved his worth and humanity since.
Neither Pete nor Katie (Jordan) are my type, but both throw up a major challenge to prejudices. Long may they reign in "sleb world". They are die-hards and have it coined. They know how to milk a cow and do it well.
Well, we have our one-day glories in Italy too, but I dare not expect you to have heard of them. So I won't tell you about any of them, that would be pure waste of time for both of us. :-)
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