Forgive me for rambling….
Rather lovely day yesterday.
Had lunch with Daniel Darling and his adorable girlfriend (?) in Cross Creek.
We were joined by Toby Mott and his friend Elizabeth. Daniel went surfing and we drove to Malibou Lake where we sailed and then had a wonderful dinner at The Old Place on Mulholland.
Excellent food and service. Charming!
A bird just hopped into the house and is now flying around. We have just been for a five-mile walk so the dogs are strangely disinterested.
Willie is here visiting and we are all getting on like a house on fire.
I am going back to NYC next week. I have people to see. I think my Navy Seal may visit soon.
It has been fun having Toby visiting. I sort of fall in love with my house all over again when he is here. I am proud of the mountains, the house and the garden.
I see that my nemesis Amanda Eliasch and her truly talented friend Lyall Watson (whoring himself out to artifice) have written and performed in a ‘play’ called As I Like It.
Apparently it is rather ‘whiney’. Apparently Amanda’s son Charles serves the actress who plays his mother as a weird, incestuous acolyte. He has a huge head. Apparently there is an opera singer with real talent who barely gets to sing. Apparently the writer refers to ‘hairy legged lesbians’. As we know, at her core, she is a homophobe.
Apparently this ‘play’ is crap.
It really isn’t any wonder, Amanda can scarcely string a sentence together. It’s worth quoting the theatre programme notes:
This is a play what I wrote for my Father several years ago which he asked me to do after he had died. I turned it into a play with the help of Lyall Watson who had taught me at RADA in 1989. There are only a few plays for women and I wanted to contribute and increase the material available. It is a modern restoration comedy.
Yes. You are going to do wonders for women with this pile of tripe. Wonders.
I once played Mr Puff at The Edinburgh Festival in Sheridan’s The Critic. Have you seen that play? A comedy of manners. A real one.
Like Mrs Eliasch Mr Puff, the author of a terrible play, invites critics Sneer and Dangle to a dress rehearsal.
Puff explains to Sneer that he is ‘‘a Professor of the Art of Puffing’’: an author who has taught newspaper men and advertisers how to inflate their diction so they may ‘‘enlay their phraseology with variegated chips of exotic metaphor’’ and ‘‘crowd their advertisements with panegyrical superlatives.’’
Break a leg Amanda. Read the review here.
By the way. I was a terrible actor. Terrible.
OK. Next!!
What’s going on? What’s really going on in the UK?
This ousting of the Murdoch family is well over due, applauded by the regime, the chattering classes, the aristocracy.
The public are baying for blood, hollering at the beastly Murdochs, “Get back on the boat like your criminal Australian ancestors. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Take your newspaper with you”
Hold on.
The British relish tittle-tattle. We love it! We love gossip! The steamier the better. Surely we didn’t lose our appetite for rooting through other people’s dirty washing?
Now The New of The World has gone…and the other news media get more cautious…
What, in heaven’s name, will replace it?
Are we witnessing the changing of the guard? Has the internet (Google, Facebook etc.) and on-line news outlets like the Huffington Post trumped traditional media?
Apparently people don’t read The Huffington Post for the news..they read it for the gossip.
Was Murdoch simply too old, too complacent, too rich to have a grasp on our changing world?
Is this coup de grace being played out in the British press a pantomime we will see in the not too distant future in the USA?
One of the most telling quotes of the entire debacle:
The BBC’s business editor Robert Peston points out, the News of The World phone hacking scandal has hurt the entire UK newspaper industry, making News International less attractive to potential buyers if, as is now being posited, the British arm of News Corp is amputated and sold.
Does real, forward thinking money sees a future for print media?
Controlling the British has always been a huge problem for any invader and Murdoch will end up like all the rest. Chucked out on his ear. Romans, Saxons (initially invited), Norsemen, Murdoch.
The British public don’t a give a fuck about Jude Law having his phone hacked, that was just par for the course. He deserved it. They only started giving a damn when they realised that the police (who they loathe) were benefiting financially.
They only started caring when ordinary people just like them were proved to be abused, their ordinary stories sold, their phone messages ransacked.
Until Milly Dowler they didn’t give a flying fuck. Then, rather amazingly, for an usually inert general public…they did. And when the public speaks (remember Diana’s death) the establishment listens.
Remember the Queen of England reading/performing that excruciating statement televised by the palace at the behest of Tony Blair before Diana’s funeral?
The British let their leaders get away with much until they take too much. A prudent leader will know when to stop. Murdoch, his son and cohorts became too..how shall I say this without provoking your ire…they became too American.
It is obvious that American politicians are bought and sold by The Corporation. They live huge lives with fantastic wealth and are applauded for doing so.
What baffles me is why a regular British MP with nothing much to gain should ideologically side with those who seek to do us, their constituents, harm?
During this entire scandal as heads began to roll I wondered again and again how British politicians benefitted financially from New Corp. Unlike the paid for politician here in the USA it is unlikely that anyone in Parliament could benefit financially from anything…ever.
There are simply too many prying eyes. Unless I am being absurdly naive. Am I?
Is it simply the acquisition of power that our MP’s crave?
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2 replies on “Hell is: Other People”
nice willie is back in town, must be nice to see him again
Well said. Thanks