The all new lizzie bardsley blog
It is clear Lizzie is a big hit with our readers so I have decided to dedicate the rest of the blog to discussing her for the next year..... Actually paul and I did come up with a good story for you - another 'celebrity ' with an image problem is...andy fordham! A match made in heaven! Not only could they reveal their steamy love secrets to 'the people' but they could then, as ex-fit club contestants, produce a book on their tragic battles with their weight and a subsequent range of fitness merchandise! Seriously I'm a Max Clifford in the making...Paul took it a step further by suggesting tom could join them in their antics - a saucy three in a bed romp like that could make your career (poss headline: Lizzie made a Viking out of me?)
I now promise not to mention Lizzie for the next three entries....Paul is better but still recovering - we did manage to make it to a few of the palaces this morning and I walked out to another one yesterday afternoon - they are absolutely stunning but I'll just go all drooly if I try and describe them so you'll have to wait for the photos (i know we've been promising them for ages...)
But basically just letting you know we're all safe and well apart from a cow (with horns) trying to headbut me which has left me with a very sore thigh and a paralysing fear of cows which as anyone who has been to india can confirm is a slight problem.....I'm sure I'll be over it by tomorrow.
Love Sophie
Oh just realised - Andy Fordham = 26 stone British darts legend, nicknamed the Viking, for those who are not as heavily into the worlds best sport as me and paul
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More news in the never-ending Lizzie saga...
Her ex-agent offered me her website log-in details and claimed she posts on more than just that websit looking for, ahem, not just men. How true this is I don't know, but we didn't believe him and ran it as it was.
I would post a link to the story but it was a big picture story so it's not online... Shame! Not.
Anyway, enough Lizzie Bardsley talk, I'm sick to death of her.
Yesterday a rumour spread around Fleet Street that Kate Moss was pregnant so I was dispatched to a delightful farmhouse in Surrey to 'congratulate' her mum on the good news, which I duly did.
Well, as it turns out, it's either completely untrue, Kate's mum is an excellent liar... Or I just broke the news that her lovely daughter is having a kid with an out-of-control smackhead. SUPRISE!!!
Ha ha, god I'm such a shit... How do I get to sleep at night?! And is this why I'm painfully single?!
I might send her a letter to apologise for turning up on her doorstep and announcing she was to be a granny for the second time. Then again she did pretend not to be Kate's mum, lying that she lived elsewhere, so I might not...
Glad everything is fun over there and you're no longer permanently attached to the shitter.
xx
i love you guys. this entry has made me laugh out loud on the most depressing day ever. can someone explain to me why the f**k i decided to go to oxford? sigh.
i'd rather be in india. even with a paralysing fear of cows (can't be that easy, no). xxx
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