I am ill. Again. Came on suddenly in the restaurant last night about 3 sips into a glass of the house red.

So I ache all over but that will not stop me heading out tomorrow night for a sex, drugs, rock and roll binge. Ok, well maybe the roll (as in cheese when I get home). Then more time out Saturday night on a different route with different people.

Was just nosing throught the F1 website and noted a certain Max Mosley (the boss of the FIA) is getting grief from a lot of the teams over allegations made in a tabloid newspaper recently (yes, the News of the World, THE least credible of ANY newspaper including the Sunday Sport). Apparently he bounced off a couple of prostitutes in a bit of an orgy somewhere torture chamber like.

Errr so.?

Firstly why in hell was someone else nosing.? Surely it’s his private life, he can do what the hell he likes… He is a grown man who isn’t THAT much in the public eye, he doesn’t work with kids and he doesn’t court the press like celebrities such as Spears, Katona and Madonna do. I might sound a little double standardy here because I have mentioned people who are in the public arena who moan without pause about “being invaded by the media”, the likes of Beckham and Posh, Jordan and that cunt Peter Andre are prime examples of that. He may have a highly paid and responsible position but it’s up to him if he wants to spend some of his large wage packet on a few tasty women and some ex-demo metal work from Anne Summer’s.

What about all those fat cat bosses of various ex-public companies like Royal Mail or British Gas. There is no way in hell they go home each day and sit with their wife in the lounge watching Emmerdale, Corrie and The Bill, no… they are sliding in debauchery, deviancy and the occasional heroin overdose to pass the time. Only Cyril Sneer from The Raccoons would finish a day and then spend it counting his money.

Leave him be, the poor guy has already had his sexual proclivities spread across the front of the shittiest newspaper since the great toilet paper shortage of 1983, what does it matter if he likes being tied to a cross and nail gunned through the hands, we all do, it’s the way of the world. Sometimes I wish someone would just set fire to the homes of the editor, sub editor and all the little journo knobbers that pretend to have meaningful careers “in the name of public interest” (err no, in the name of “quick shame someone well known so we can make LOOOADS of money and go out on our OWN cocaine fuelled hooker binge”). Let’s keep an eye on these schmucks and show them as they are to the world – money grabbing bastards as bad as any politician.

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