Mailwatch(ed) Forum

It was certainly interesting listening to planes talking to London Control this afternoon.

I didn't hear of any planes trying to hover though.

Oh dear.

Mail goes too far for Dominique Samuels, who reveals that they routinely knock up racist rubbish and seek out a black face to attribute it to.

Wait she finds out about the Pope's religious affiliations and what those dirty bears get up to in the woods.

So she was happy to put her name to a piece she hadn't written until she realised it was dog whistling?

Samuels ‘eventually’ declining the latest opportunity to serve as the British Candace Owens there.

Moya Lothian-McLean wields a suitably acid pen. Or should that be keyboard?

There are high court judges who know more famous faces than me but I know who Daniel Mays is.

Oopsie daisy.

The tinned eared stupidity of this article can’t be underestimated. Gone down like cold sick with readers.

The nights are drawing in, the temperature's dropping - and the cost of living's rocketing up... So why not follow the ROYALS with these simple money-saving hacks

The savings drive even extends to the festive season when, famously, the royals exchange low-cost, humorous Christmas gifts.

Historian Kate Williams reveals in her book, Young Elizabeth: The Making Of Our Queen,' that the late Queen saved wrapping paper and ribbons so so they could be reused.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/arti ... L-way.html

The greatest money saving tip has always been "Have lots of money".

Bones McCoy wrote: ↑Sun Oct 29, 2023 2:59 pm The greatest money saving tip has always been "Have lots of money".

Vimes' Law.

Malcolm Armsteen wrote: ↑Sun Oct 29, 2023 3:44 pm

Bones McCoy wrote: ↑Sun Oct 29, 2023 2:59 pm The greatest money saving tip has always been "Have lots of money".

Vimes' Law.

It's not just that, though. In the UK and America at least, the more money you have, the more chance that people seem to want to chuck free stuff, including money, at you.

Killer Whale wrote: ↑Sun Oct 29, 2023 4:50 pm

Malcolm Armsteen wrote: ↑Sun Oct 29, 2023 3:44 pm

Bones McCoy wrote: ↑Sun Oct 29, 2023 2:59 pm The greatest money saving tip has always been "Have lots of money".

Vimes' Law.

It's not just that, though. In the UK and America at least, the more money you have, the more chance that people seem to want to chuck free stuff, including money, at you.

The Million Pound note.


(See! I can do cultural references as well as anyone...)

Oh man.

This was bollocks even if it was true. The Church of England doen't decide asylum claims.

Angela Rayner's not the only woman with tax issues.

I lost my house after HMRC sent me a £400,000 tax bill. After nine nightmare years as a renter, I'm finally back on the property ladder... though my garden is full of gravestones, writes LIZ JONES

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/arti ... JONES.html

Warning, contains Liz Jones.

Admittedly I’ve not read the article, but I was wondering what sort of lender has got her “back on the property ladder” with that sort of financial background

Doubt Liz would be buying in County Durham if she’d attained an A+ credit rating.

Oh my god. It's......it's very Liz Jones.

Something funny about wor Lizzie - every photo she's in, she looks like she's been photoshopped in. Anyway, fancy a laugh?

I felt that they simply didn’t want to see a single, high-profile woman in a lovely home. They made assumptions that I was profligate because I went to Paris to attend fashion shows, not understanding that it was my job.

Now, let's see....

I had to hide that I have dogs and, at that time, two horses.

My first property, bought in 1983, was £35,000, in a slum clearance area in Brixton, South London. The interest rate was 15 per cent, the guarantor my dad, and I had to share the loan with a sister. I slowly worked my way up the property ladder.

Next, a teeny terraced cottage in Saffron Walden, Essex, for £90,000. Then, a one-bedroom former local authority flat in Old Street, East London for £93,000, way before it became fashionable.

So, three homes, all getting more expensive, and you got in at ground level on the great social housing sell-off of the 80s.

By 2006, I had bought a Georgian house on a beautiful square in Islington, North London, with a mortgage of £1 million. The gay couple I bought it from remarked, when I moved in, that I had amazing furniture: Matthew Hilton sofa, arm chair and ottoman, a Vispring bed. A Terence Woodgate sofa for the basement kitchen. Mid-century classics.

That house would be a damn sight more than 1 million today. And, aside from what does their sexuality have to do with anything, and what the fuck are they doing hanging around and passing judgement after the house is sold, why the fuck do you need a sofa in your fucking "basement kitchen"?

All the years of 14-hour days with never a break to even go to the loo, long-haul flights, all the stress of being a journalist and a glossy magazine editor seemed, finally, worth it. I had been single all my life but now, in my early 40s, I was happy to share the house with my brand new husband.

You chose all this. If you were such a fucking great editor, you'd go to the loo when you wanted. Do you think Anna Wintour asks permission to leave the room? Oh, and you were 48.

I made a huge mistake and bought a 50-acre farm in Somerset for £1.6 million: a home for my cats, and my newly rescued racehorse and pony.

I grew up in Essex, but this didn’t prepare me for living on the edge of Exmoor.

Yes, last time I was in Ilfracombe, I remember thinking "Bloody hell, it's just like Romford around here!".

I invited my sister and her young son to live with me. I did up a derelict barn for her. We fell out, and so I took out another £275,000 loan to buy her a cottage, and sold the farm to scrape together her deposit. I relocated to Yorkshire and bought a Swaledale mini-mansion for just under a million that I would eventually lose to HMRC. It came with a cottage, which housed my assistant/animal carer, so when I lost my home she did too.

I was working so hard, abroad for long stretches of time, paying for weeks in hotels before claiming it back, that I took my eye off the ball. I remember driving across the Pennines to the coast near Liverpool to interview the tenor Alfie Boe when my accountant called to tell me I owed HMRC £400,000 plus a backlog of VAT.

Just a point here - does she know how dangerous it is to take phone calls when driving? Twat.

I then rented a tiny cottage without heating, which I paid to install

Who are her landlords? The "I Saw You Coming" agency?

I would see lights on in windows, families cooking, fire lit, and feel insanely jealous. Why do they have a home, and I don’t? I finally chanced upon a vicarage for sale, not far from where I rent land and a yard for my surviving horse.

The thing is, ending up in a rental can happen to anyone: divorce, illness, redundancy, bad luck.

I have big plans for the vicarage — a new kitchen, a downstairs loo, a courtyard garden full of only white flowers, and ferns; when you rent, you think very hard before you plant anything

Or, you know, not having the money or credit.

Seriously - and yes I know there's a strong possibility this has been cooked up by a couple of hacks - you'd need a heart of stone not to laugh. TL/DR? Liz wastes money like a drunken sailor on shore leave and it's everyone else's fault.

Wow. Is Liz Jones an actual real person? I've always assumed she's an exaggerated Viz-like fictional character made in the image of the Mail's target audience.

A journalist employee of the Mail conglomerate, a friend of mine, assures me that the Liz Jones column is fictitious, and the work of a group of journos down the pub. So, he says, are most of the comments.

I believe him.

Rosvanian wrote: ↑Mon Apr 15, 2024 3:13 pm Wow. Is Liz Jones an actual real person? I've always assumed she's an exaggerated Viz-like fictional character made in the image of the Mail's target audience.

Liz Jones and her insecure homes?