Liz "Hasn't been having any sex" so she has been watching the TV adaptation of
Conversations with Friends by Sally Rooney. Predictably she hated it, why? Because protagonist Frances (a name Liz mimics in a whiny voice) is a privileged young woman who thinks she's too good to wear makeup. Liz calls Frances "dreary" with "no personality" and is a "privileged white woman" ... pot, kettle, etc. Liz says "I LITERALLY want to punch her", demonstrating the same overuse of the word literally as the young people Liz loves to whine about. Another character, Frances' friend, is "chippy." We get a typical Liz rant about young women, they don't even wear mascara, for heaven's sake! Also, Frances is a writer and Liz thinks writers need to be a nervous wreck which Frances isn't. Frances shows her nipples too much and doesn't bring a present for the host when she is invited on holiday. Note to BBC scriptwriters: to make your characters likable, you must include every mundane detail of their lives on screen. Might cut into the plot a bit but hey ho.
Liz
witches "Sally Rooney isn't critic-proof, I hate (
Conversations With Friends) and I
dislike her!" A reminder that Liz has never met Rooney and knows zero about her. Liz and Nic both complain about young people having no manners or work ethic, Liz says Frances is too comfortable getting naked and doesn't have enough "self-doubt" to be a writer. Be like Liz, who has never been unable to undress unless it was in the dark and preferably with her partner blindfolded! Liz wishes the
Mail would ask her to write about Sally Rooney so Liz could insult her in print. Nic points out that Liz has never even read the novel
Conversation with Friends, Liz says it doesn't matter because she's read
Normal People by the same author. Well that seems fair. I've never read
Les Misérables, but I'm sure it involves a hunchback in a bell tower, just like Victor Hugo's other famous work.
Nic has had a rough week because her elderly dog died, there's extensive discussion of what happened and the health problems he had at the end of his life. Liz shuts her gob for a while and lets Nic discuss this but then cuts in comparing it to the deaths of her own parents. Nic gives her view on the meaning of life and death. Somehow this segues into Liz fishing for compliments about how youthful her hands and feet supposedly look. Once again Liz repeats the column is "not a diary". Once again I repeat "don't
bleeping call it
Liz Jones's Diary then."
The column: Liz bought
Vogue and felt old because Kate Moss's daughter is on the cover. There is also an interview with a famous shoe designer who lives an idyllic life with horses and chickens. Liz moved to the countryside because she expected a similar lifestyle but instead ended up miles from Waitrose, her horse died from colic (or so she says) and her chickens got eaten by a fox. Her neighbours have the nerve to perform "incessant leaf-blowing and strimming", and the water contained "a dead sheep and high levels of lead." There are paragraphs of Liz bilge about how she based her entire life around trying to emulate glossy magazine spreads and romcoms by Richard Curtis. Predictably, it didn't work, and Liz never made
Vogue despite wearing "a cropped Prada T-shirt."
She again compares her and the FRS to Ben Affleck and J-Lo, and complains about "smug people" at festivals. The "rotting like organic raspberries" line comes in; I haven't a clue what she's trying to say. Anyway her excuse for not going to the festival is that the Rock Star can no longer stay the night at the hotel, as he has another booking the next day and has to travel. He suggested Liz book a room at a pub, which she lists as one of many "put-downs from men", including the
Telegraph article where Nirpal said she deliberately took advantage of him, and called her vacuous Nic sneers "I love how (Nirpal) thinks he's a fashion accessory and would make you look better." Yet again Liz recites a list of "award-winning" topics she's written on as proof that she isn't just a shallow fashion journalist. And look how those turned out, Liz; when you took the credit for someone else's work on seal culling, all the plaudits for your article about refugees in Somalia, etc.
The FRS instead suggested Liz stay with him at his main residence in "the room overlooking the deer park" that they used "when (Liz) was on top." Liz says that's not true as she doesn't like being on top, Nic squeals "my mum listens to this podcast!" and says that she would rather eat a "chip butty" than have sex. Nic's mother must be at least mid-70s; isn't it a bit cruel to subject someone at her time of life to Liz's ramblings?
Liz's archive column is a 2013 interview she gave for Lynn Barber in the
Sunday Times Magazine. The article in question is under a paywall but, by all appearances, it wasn't exactly a glowing review; talking about Liz's paranoia and lack of a functional love life. This piece from the Independent references the Lynn Barber interview and probably gives you the gist of it:
https://www.independent.co.uk/voice...we-should-stop-reading-liz-jones-8681676.html In the interview Liz describes her sister Clare being "LITERALLY apoplectic" (there she goes again) because Liz wrote about Clare's alcoholism, and basically admits column inches were more important to her than her own sister's feelings. Barber referred to the fact of Liz's closest friend being her employee. Liz says if she could do her life over again she wouldn't get involved in fashion, etc. etc. Yeah, this does not sound at all flattering but Liz insists it was because the
Sunday Times allows Lynn Barber to only interview such illustrious people as Bill Gates and so on.
Liz and Nic talk about whether it's worth reading criticisms of oneself. Nic says she finds it hurtful that (for instance) people criticise her accent and suggests this is unfair because she raises a lot of money for animal charities and so on. They're completely unrelated things. If Sally Rooney turned out to secretly be a major philanthropist, you can bet Liz would still be whining "but she's a privileged young woman that thinks she's too good to put on mascara!" Liz drops in a mention of Meghan Markle, who she is JUST LIKE, along with Carrie Bradshaw, Miranda Priestly, Marie Helvin, etc. etc. She references the criticism she made of Rihanna at the time of the book's release. Liz and Nic just can't fathom why Rihanna didn't like being slut-bashed and called a bad role model for girls. Then Liz strokes her own ego by reading out a review in the press that defended Liz's view. It called Liz "the undisputed champ" (of self-deprecation), Liz cheers "I BEAT RIHANNA!" and starts singing painfully-off key. Grow the
duck up, Jonesy.
Fan mail! Liz's regulars are all a-twitter over the Rock Star. Liz brags that a tabloid offered her £40,000 to reveal his identity but she had to decline. I don't know why she thinks anyone believes this; she can't keep her gob shut about anything else. Another reader suggested Liz not keep going back to men she's broken up with, especially more than once. Liz says it's hard to meet someone and we finish on a beautiful reflection from Nic: "if you eat your dinner and you're sick, you don't eat your dinner again, you try to find something better."