A "celebrity" (someone I've never heard of) has announced that she is "over the moon" because she's pregnant. She then asks that her privacy be respected.
Hmmmm.
Well, I once made love in a cowshed (standing up, because the floor was dirty), but please don't tell anyone.
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I love the way people make announcements and then say, 'Don't tell anyone, though.'
ReplyDeleteI wonder how the "celebrity" would feel if no one reacted or responded or tried to take pictures etc. I imagine she'd be very disappointed.
I love the cowshed. I shall be chuckling all the rest of the day!
The cowshed.....Ah! Happy days!
DeleteWell Frances your last comment has just made my morning! I'm sitting here with a goofy grin on my face and feeling much happier than when I first clicked on your blog. I agree with you and for the record "celebrities" give me a royal pain most of the time.
ReplyDeleteJill, I think the awful abreviation "celebs" is even worse. Shudder!
DeleteSuch announcements are even more absurd than the "insiders' tips" often found in travel guide books and magazines, about restaurants or shops that are never frequented by the average tourist...
ReplyDeleteTrue, Meike. But I suppose no one really gossips about a restaurant, do they?
DeleteThis reminds me of a story I read today about a 'celebrity' who conducted her affair via twitter and then pleaded it was innocent and she didn't want to offend anyone. Right! Have people got nothing better to do?
ReplyDeleteI don't trust Twitter, but then I guess that's what people like about it!
DeleteDid your cowshed meeting happen on a dirty weekend, may I ask? Just so I can keep my records straight when it goes viral over the net. I'd like to have it straight from the horse mouth so to speak, Frances :-)
ReplyDeleteSadly, nothing so exciting. It was a honeymoon. We also did it in....oh, never mind.
DeleteYou are so funny. Celebrities who are in the news are there because they thrive on the attention. Those who thrive on privacy and don't want to be on the glossy covers, aren't.
ReplyDeleteThose cowsheds and haymows are so much fun.
Indeed they are. More fun if the cowsheds are occupied (ours wasn't).
DeleteSo, you were having a bit of the udder.
ReplyDeleteSorry.
Groaaaan!
DeleteI herd about you and that cowshed! You have to be in the right 'moo'ed.
ReplyDelete*gets coat*
Another groan! But at least we didn't 'low'er ourselves to the floor, or we might have been stuck there for heifer.
DeleteBull's now in your court...
Sometimes, I hear "news" about some of today's (faux) "celebrities" on TV. I must be getting old, because I don't know who most of them are. (And don't care!) Your tale about the tryst in the cow barn is much more interesting...
ReplyDeleteMe too. I read those magazines at the dentist, and have no idea who anybody is. I depend on daughter to enlighten me ( when I can be bothered).
DeleteMaybe she prefers anonymous gifts:)
ReplyDeleteI think she'll probably have one of those baby shower things. Mini Ferraris if it's a boy; gold- plated fairy castles if it's a girl. That kind of thing.
DeleteThere's nothing like making an announcement to guarantee privacy won't be respected!
ReplyDeleteToo right, Rosemary. A secret shared is a secret spread ( I put that in my last novel. D'you think it might catch on?).
DeleteThat was so so funny Frances. I have absolutely no intention whatsoever of following your exposé example. I'm far too shy.
ReplyDeleteOoooh, go on, GB. YOu know you want to!
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