What the hell am I doing? I've just sent an e-mail to a Spiked writer, criticising her article. Why get into a debate with these people? I must be mad. It's just that, being an ex-journalist, I hate sloppy journalism. She writes in desperation looking for a candidate to take on Brown and gives a cursory mention to Michael Meacher and completely ignores the campaign by John McDonnell to seek the requisite nominations to get on the ballot paper. I don't necessarily have a view on McDonnell myself and wouldn't begin to tell Labour Party members what to do in an internal election. It's just either poor research, ignorance of her subject matter or deep sectarianism which has seen this oversight by this writer.
Elsewhere in Spiked this week, reprint of an interesting article from the Times by Spiked ex-editor Mick Hume on the daily spectator sport which has followed a personal tragedy.
On another issue entirely, why is an ambulance which is sitting outside my office (yes, I'm in the office on a Saturday - such commitment) flashing its lights while sitting stationery and while the driver is reading a magazine? Weird! Oh, wait, just remembered. It could have been here for the guy who I could hear coughing his guts up for about 20 minutes from 50 yards away earlier in the day. Quite disgusting
*Lisa Marie Presley