Nirpal Dhaliwal - the former long-suffering husband of the professional loony and miaow lover Liz Jones - and Farah Damji are planning a joint reading from their respective books, Tourism and Try Me, in the New Year. Their topic is: Did the 60s ever really happen? "Welcome to the no sex, no drugs and strictly no rock ‘n’ roll world of 2 and 3G British Asians." For more details click here.
One of the questions under consideration will be: "Why do so many Asian bloggers and wannabe 'meejah-sites' hate Nirpal and Farah? Are they really the same person? Or maybe twins separated at birth? I mean the blogger(s) not Farah and Nirpal."
And while one awaits this possibly life-threatening event - Madame Arcati may preside (she has yet to decide) - catch up with Farah's July book launch party movie starring, among others, Anthony Haden-Guest, Darcus Howe, Mark Reeves, Vicky Gold and Mark McGowan and The Snails. Soundtrack by the unutterably sexy Bryn Phillips - Madame Arcati is sooooooooo in love.
34 comments:
I thought Molly Parkin was your fiancee? What a combo you lot make - ghastly.
Dhaliwal is even more of a tool than Damji; no mean feat.
Will Madame be blacking up then?
This is all too fuckin' arty farty for my tastes. Burb!
Tell Madame more about yourself, Ian. May be I'll fancy you or something.
Madame, if you fancy noses which look like bleeding sausages, and if you've got a fetish for urine stained walls I'm your sodden man. Belch!
Perfect. Get your kit off now.
Ian, if you have a thing for dusty chimneys as well, then Madame is your man ! :-)))
Kill kill! Faster, pussycat . . .
Perfect book by the side of this article, Vulca. Or Cunt.
Vulca? The history of Vulcans? Go mind meld with your bidet, you butter-fingered sliver of placenta.
Oh dearie me. Oh dearie dearie me. I don't think La Damji likes that Mark Reeves person anymore. Didn't you see what she wrote about him Madame Arcati? you are quite the minx, aren't you?
Madame Arcati stays aloof to the post-coital controversies of cock-cunters.
Oh DID they? I thought he made it up..about you know...
Oh, a slip of the key. I blame the Olivio cooking oil.
Is the Guy Hamilton Gallery a care in the community cooperative?
A vulca is a turbo-charged vulva, didn't you know that? In the best Parisian brothels now they say 'D'ya want a vulva or a vulca?'
No, it's a front for a crack-house.
So, did they ( Mark and Farrah) have a fling then? I thought he was gay. He probably is now.
Mark McGowan is a hoot but tell me, where does he sell these wondrous works of art or does he turn up in your living room covered in snails ?
I believe Mark is a denizen of the street.
Mark Reeves / Mark McGowan? Mark Reeves signs people's bottoms doesn't he. WOW that is ART!
There should never be more than one Mark on the premises.
Or in the premises. Snigger.
http://www.onthepremises.com/
A slow week for "news" then
Fast enough for you dearie. Take a deep breath now.
The psychopath is someone who has no concern or empathy for others, no awareness of right and wrong, and who takes extreme pleasure in having power over others. The psychopath has no moral conscience and therefore does not experience guilt or remorse.
Most psychopaths are highly skilled at fooling those around them that they are normal by imitating the emotions that are expected of them in different circumstances. They are consummate at charming people and convincing them they are in the right. It is only when they reveal a discrepancy in their emotional response that they let slip that something may be wrong with them.
You have been warned Madame.
What happened to Christmas? You got all cosy and mince-pies and now it's brittle no-man's-land again with these ghastly deadheads. Bring on the snow PLEASE and the candlelight
But dearie, you have the M&S TV ads for the cosiness, with Stephen Fry going on about his mincing pies. God knows what you will make of my review of Jonathan King's memoirs, to come.
And thank you anon for your definition of a psychopath: I have encountered a few of this type in the senior reaches of journalism. They then move on and pick newspaper columns or edit obscure quarterlies or become the Tory media boss while perhaps picking up a ribbon from HM. So psychopathology, professionally managed and disguised, would appear to be a most desirable, if not PRECIOUS, affliction.
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