Right from the get-go today, I would like to stress that this column will always be in awe of the swashbuckling leading men of the commentariat.
But reading Rod Liddle's column in the Sunday Times yesterday, Lost in Showbiz experienced the vaguest sense of deja vu. You may recall that on Friday, we had a catch-up with gentleman conjuror Paul Daniels, in the course of which we drew attention to various details on Paul's lengthy and fastidiously updated blog. And here is Rod stumbling upon the very same things:
It's nice to read about someone who is happy with their lot, contented, at one with the world and so on. So let me direct you to Paul Daniels's blog and allow you to soak up the Middlesbrough magician's unimprovable self-satisfaction. This week he has been writing from "paradise" – aka the Caribbean, where he is on holiday with his wife Debbie McGee. He spends his time walking on the beach, ogling Debbie (he's posted a close-up of her breasts) and commenting on grave matters. Such as Prince Harry calling someone a Paki. Bloke was a Paki, after all, he says. Paul shyly reveals he attended a bash out there for charidee with Russ Abbot and a bloke from the Moody Blues. Check it out at pauldaniels.co.uk. You'll like it. Though not a lot.
Have we been the victim of an item-jacking? Readers are invited to decide.
