The Age's geriatrictard gossip grump Lawrence Money shot his load first but his partner in grime Sultry Socialist Suzy Carbone was not willing to cop it lying down and as we demanded has started her blog career showing all the qualities of the blandly depressingly wannabe tabloid Age online with this apparently autobiographical account in a disturbing inner-north-western suburbs version of Bridget Jones's Diary:
Sex. Anorexic model survives on one pea a day. Erection problems. Postie bites dog. Sex. Botox disaster. One-legged bank robber trips up. Sex. Breast implants explode during sex.
Armed with a pic that has been photoshopped within an inch of its life, unless the socialist has been spending the last month in one of those increasingly empty tanning salons, the limelight hogging lefty has used her blog to boast of her many invitations to all sorts of events.
No doubt impressive but does make you wonder why there's usually so little gossip in her column relating to anything that goes on at those functions. Does she hop into the freebie drinkies too much to pay attention? Or just too compromised by those dishing out the 'vites to ever report on anything interesting that might go down.
The Lawrence has a fair old crack of his once vicious yet aging and increasingly flaccid whip but with Suzy putting the column together it's always so worthy and political and pre-occupied by spelling errors. Yawn. Scarcely a month goes by without this supposedly show-biz preoccupied entity expressing her angst about Labor branch-stacking.
Perhaps more Bridget Jones less shameful toady socialist left slacker would work out better in the column as well.
Game on.
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