Well, another two things:
Be still my heart.
One last thing: I know I haven't been in-house at Rubbish Books Publishing for OVER A YEAR (Cue fireworks! Cue the band! Cue can-can dancers and the marching parade of penguins!) but it's still unbelievably frustrating when (because I continue, against my better judgment and longing for sanity, to freelance for them) I discover that the thing I fought to get installed as common practice has since been overthrown in favour of the very dumbarse policy I was trying to fix. Instead of shrieking with 'but why?!?!?!' I am taking a tea break and having a muffin.
'Attention-Deprived Areolae Syndrome'. Well, it is one way to court paparazzi attention?!
I once went on a business trip and found out that a member of our team had once been in a reality tv show (I did think that they looked familiar). They were really lovely, fun and down to earth. I felt a bit sorry for them by the end of the trip. An example of why is that they had to change out of their work stuff at the airport and into trendy/glam clothes - just in case they got snapped at the airport and became some sort of sniping news tidbit for opting out of the peculiar world of celebrity and getting on with their life.
I think that I wrote that because I was trying to work out why the subject with 'Attention-Deprived Areolae Syndrome' was dressed so strangely on such a cold day.
For the paparazzi - either to court attention or deflect negative press?
If it was the latter, it rather backfired, poor lamb - she should have stayed home, comfortable in her pjs, sipped tea and enjoyed one of your muffins instead!
Posted by: Gabrielle | January 29, 2009 at 05:06 PM