Had no idea who Paul Dacre was, till I checked. Editor of Daily Mail, I see. Perhaps he pontificates on TV too?Can't work out what is so noteworthy about his employment of multiple gardeners. Perhaps it means that this blog (which I have been following for a few days) is not meant for me to read. Pity, because I do find it amusing.
No, Mr Dacre has a very low public profile although he's deified in the world of British journalism which is quite in love with itself. The Daily Mail is of course the living voice of Mittelengland and it employs many talented writers, a few of whom are aged under 69.Madame Arcati is a broad church and of course it is for you if you find it amusing. But it would be fair to say it enjoys a compartmentalised audience each with its own kinks.
A broad church tolerant to kinks is what I have been praying for. Count me amongst the congregation, at least till the collection-plate comes round.
Ah, I had one of those talented writers in the back of my cab once: Jonathan Cainer. Kind of. I gave him a lift to a railway station. You have probably met him since you share the same profession?
this is a very media obsessed blog, though, vincent so if you are going to object to not understanding much of what is said you might want to go elsewhere.
If Mr Dacre would like me to remove any of his sods he has only to ask.
Madame Arcati is a church whose roof is in good repair and whose vicar is beyond reproach. However, a nice long fuck on the altar is not discouraged.
Oh - and Cainer. All that money he earns. Over £1m a year I believe from the Mail alone - whether that includes phoneline revenue I can't say. I have no idea whether he's any good but I congratulate him on his army of psychologists who dream up experience scenarios for his fantastical sun sign columns.
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