In yesterday's paper I read with amazement some bitching by Katie Price, who was out to get Sally Bercow. Now, Sally Bercow is clearly a liability to her husband, although in so many ways, she and John are well suited. She is certainly, in her own right, asking for everything she gets by conducting herself in an unbecoming manner. The 'columnist' Katie Price - I believe she either writes some stuff down or gets a scribe to listen to her ramblings - manages to take up space in the Sunday Sun, and gets a chance to have her say - as if she needs further opportunity! Here's her moan from yesterday:
"Is it a berk? Is it a cow? No, it's Sally Bercow. Again on the theme of warped individuals who crave fame, let's focus on the wife of the Commons Speaker."
No, luv - how about we focus on you! I rather think you're not best placed to offer such criticism. How you manage to miss seeing that your own approach is hardly ideal, or so superior to that of SB, I do not know. Your further comments include a hypocritical moan, and anyone who's seen you in action will be pleased to tar you with the same brush:
"This irritating woman is the worst kind of snob - the sort of person who has no class herself but enjoys lording it over the others."
However true this is of Sally Bercow, I suggest it's true of Katie Price as well. Katie's final comment conjured up a fate that would be fitting for her as well as Sally Bercow; maybe there is space for two?
"I think we'd all be pleased to see her draped in the Union Flag sitting in a dinghy floating down the Thames towards the North Sea." I would certainly pilot a tug boat to help the pair of them on their way to the high seas.
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