Piers Morgan. Two words that deserve to be erased from history, from time, from existence. The guy is the stereotypical celeb-phoney. And it's really see-through; the guy proves he's "in touch" (that strange status we all want our politicians to have... do we really want the prime minister to be a Special Brew-swilling pielord?) by writing a column in the Daily Mail, the most hatefilled sack o' crap of them all. Of course the Star and the Sport are complete bollocks too, but they don't lie about it - they advertise porn in the banner and soap-news in the headline.
Anyway, he is the worst excuse for a journalist I've ever seen. When it comes to the lying-papers like The Sun or The Mail, one can't become too furious because it takes a fair amount of skill to tell the truth selectively than tell the whole truth - it's not easy to make a falsity seem credible. But in his recent interview with Katie Price, and the adverts showing him on TV as the next Michael Parkinson - he showed us how useless he really is. In the former - he completely kowtowed to Queen Bitch, asking ridiculously tame questions and even at one point admiring her breasts. It was like some sick self-gratification excercise for both of them, showing his absolute lack of a spine and her lack of dignity. One of the questions vaguely attacked Jordan's shameless carousel-ride through the tabloid media, with divorcee Peter who has (not surprisingly) come out top on the PR war. In response, she just lifted up her top to show her bra, surprising Piers with this sort of fix-all solution to any problem - who then gave a sort of "common sense, I guess" shrug.
This is all part of ITV's constant, mind-draining self-promotion, and I'm bored of it. I shall now go and watch Newsnight (a current affairs programme with backbone!) on my new television, which makes my house look small.
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