Monday, January 15, 2007

She isn't. Are you?

Most columnists are annoying - that's their job after all. Stir up a bit of lively debate, polarise opinion, etc, and that's fine. However, when a columnist has nothing to write about than her good-for-nothing husband (see Liz Jones), then I really don't see the point.

I'm talking about The Independent's Rebecca Tyrell. Almost every column begins the word "Matthew", then goes on to describe some tedious exchange or other, probably fictional but possibly real, between her and her husband, fellow columnist with not a lot to say, Matthew Norman.

What exactly is the point of this column? I notice there's no way of contacting her, no email address like with other commentators, probably because she'd be inundated with hate mail from people like me telling to talk about something - anything! - else. Does she not have a world of her own, or any other interests other than her feckless husband. It's dull in the extreme, and she's not funny to boot.

I can't even find a picture of her to illustrate this post, which is annoying now that Clair has told me how to do that. So if you've not read her, you'll just have to imagine her. More yummy mummy than Glenda Slagg, but at least the Glendas of this world have something of note to say.

This woman must be axed. Today.

1 comment:

Clair said...

It's cobblers, isn't it? People like you and me spend quite a lot of time being moaning middle-class minnies, but at least we're rather funny about it. Rebecca's tedious tales of Matthew and their weekend home just make me turn the page, rather like Barbara Toner used to do in You magazine, and I understand does somewhere else, but frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.

You wonder what you have to do to get one of these columns, don't you? I wish I knew...maybe I need to create a fictitious husband to have tetchy rows with.

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