tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post6455618105325956925..comments2023-10-21T11:46:32.529+01:00Comments on Madame Arcati: In search of ghosts with Rupert EverettMadame Arcatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823823014493798116noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-41797425475168096082007-03-26T17:11:00.000+01:002007-03-26T17:11:00.000+01:00Jesus, this has me laughing to tears! You really s...Jesus, this has me laughing to tears! You really should stop flattering yourself, madame, you know...<BR/><BR/>Banksy's interview now, and quick, please. ;-)<BR/><BR/>The daughter-of-a-bitch.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-64989774299807318642007-03-26T16:30:00.000+01:002007-03-26T16:30:00.000+01:00The moron above is Jasper Gerard who's bitterly up...The moron above is Jasper Gerard who's bitterly upset that I have condemned him for his weekly column in the Observer as utterly useless. So, when he should be putting greater effort into tracing the grail of one single cogent sentence (at least), he larks about here. Bless.Madame Arcatihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04823823014493798116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-92018547722856745152007-03-26T11:39:00.000+01:002007-03-26T11:39:00.000+01:00"Oh yes, I'd really enjoy that. Can't wait !"Neith..."Oh yes, I'd really enjoy that. Can't wait !"<BR/><BR/>Neither do I. Until now, Arcati has almost exclusively interviewed pathetic nobodies, some of them also being kind of congenital morons. Not very exciting.<BR/>A genuine press boss would be a nice change.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-30549847518310656112007-03-25T11:58:00.000+01:002007-03-25T11:58:00.000+01:00Arcati to "Banksy" (but which one?):Oh yes, I'd re...Arcati to "Banksy" (but which one?):<BR/><BR/>< But you can still give me an exclusive interview - ><BR/><BR/>Oh yes, I'd really enjoy that. Can't wait !<BR/><BR/>< Arcati has deep media penetration, as you must know. ><BR/><BR/>We'll see. :-)<BR/><BR/>The daughter-of-a-bitch.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-90259577968203236872007-03-24T22:31:00.000+00:002007-03-24T22:31:00.000+00:00Hmm. On March 12 I was lying in bed watching telly...Hmm. On March 12 I was lying in bed watching telly when at the bottom of my vision a dark cat sized shape moved along the floor. A few hours earlier I’d had my little cat Amber put to sleep. She always had an uncanny knack of materialising at unexpected moments, once getting her head slammed in the fridge door.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-11557632033046884042007-03-24T18:39:00.000+00:002007-03-24T18:39:00.000+00:00Dear Banksy, I haven't heard from you in ages - I ...Dear Banksy, I haven't heard from you in ages - I thought you, the ex-Daily Mirror editor, had gone off me, otherwise I'd flown in to the Banksy country seat. But you can still give me an exclusive interview - Arcati has deep media penetration, as you must know.<BR/><BR/>Incidentally, my apologies for the odd literal in the copy. These will be corrected on Monday. My present machine won't allow me to correct copy for some reason. And my new state-of-the-art computer still lies in its boxes awaiting instalation.Madame Arcatihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04823823014493798116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-14358594834788325692007-03-24T16:34:00.000+00:002007-03-24T16:34:00.000+00:00Dmmit, M. Arcati . . . when at Chillingham Castle ...Dmmit, M. Arcati . . . when at Chillingham Castle you are just ten miles from Banksy's country seat. Should've dropped in for that exclusive ivw!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com