You have to be stoic when something like this happens.That cliff hanger though! Not sure how I’m going to make it through the next seven days
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Well my notifications weren't working, so I didn't notice that anyone had commented on last week's pile-o-crap and just assumed, don't blame them, what the heck can anyone say to that repetitive drivel. I see though that's she's still dropping major hints that it is Jim Kerr, as his birthday is 9th July, she did say it was a milestone birthday though and it was his 62nd so nothing particularly notable about that, though that is probably her way of getting round the cease and desist...wasn't talking about you, it was someone with a milestone birthday...roll eyes.
And this week, more of the same, he's wanting to come back to her tiny hotel room, because..well I don't think Jim Kerr is that desperate anyway, but she tries to imply that he's nodding towards her being "the love of his life" err nope that would probably be Chrissy Hynde, he still talks about her a lot.
I just hope she drops the whole FRS stuff, it was boring before, mainly as it wasn't true and it's even more boring now, she's just so transparent but the more she tries to create a mysterious narrative, the funnier and more unbelievable it becomes.
Oh and love island..you're in your 60's you stupid woman, not saying that anyone over a certain age can't enjoy those programmes, it's just as usual she's trying to compare herself with all of these glam 20 somethings..err no love, you would never have got near the island at any age and reading her drivel, trying to use the catchphrases etc. "being mugged off" is actually just embarrassing
ETA just remembered a miracle occurred, even though she was in her john lewis leggings and had taken her hearing aids out, she not only heard the room phone but managed to speak to the receptionist and the mystery man. Two options, both of which are probably true. She heard the phone and the conversations because she's not actually deaf, or as deaf as she claims, or there were no phonecalls from reception from the rock star..Hmm? yep the whole thing is probably just a figment of her, by now, very boring, imagination.
And this week, more of the same, he's wanting to come back to her tiny hotel room, because..well I don't think Jim Kerr is that desperate anyway, but she tries to imply that he's nodding towards her being "the love of his life" err nope that would probably be Chrissy Hynde, he still talks about her a lot.
I just hope she drops the whole FRS stuff, it was boring before, mainly as it wasn't true and it's even more boring now, she's just so transparent but the more she tries to create a mysterious narrative, the funnier and more unbelievable it becomes.
Oh and love island..you're in your 60's you stupid woman, not saying that anyone over a certain age can't enjoy those programmes, it's just as usual she's trying to compare herself with all of these glam 20 somethings..err no love, you would never have got near the island at any age and reading her drivel, trying to use the catchphrases etc. "being mugged off" is actually just embarrassing
ETA just remembered a miracle occurred, even though she was in her john lewis leggings and had taken her hearing aids out, she not only heard the room phone but managed to speak to the receptionist and the mystery man. Two options, both of which are probably true. She heard the phone and the conversations because she's not actually deaf, or as deaf as she claims, or there were no phonecalls from reception from the rock star..Hmm? yep the whole thing is probably just a figment of her, by now, very boring, imagination.
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I noted in the comments that some mentioned Nirpal had a piece in the Telegraph, they sound well suited to be honest, the man is an idiot, he truly believed Liz was mid thirties when he met her and didn't discover the truth until 2 years later 
He is trying to equate their relationship to a male version of #metoo
He is trying to equate their relationship to a male version of #metooI can’t read this, does anybody have a subscription?
www.telegraph.co.uk
The toxic truth about my age-gap relationship – and why older women escape moral scrutiny
Be warned, Lady Kitty: a generation divide between couples can derail a marriage, writes Nirpal Dhaliwal following his 'scarring' experience
Hopefully this works, I have copied and pasted the text -
'I was 26 and when I met my now ex-wife, she was far more successful than me, white and substantially older. Seven years later, we divorced following our much-publicised relationship.
This week, I found myself reflecting on our age gap after reading about the wedding of Lady Kitty Spencer, 30, to 62-year-old billionaire Michael Lewis. In marrying him, Princess Diana’s niece has chosen as her partner a man five years older than her father, Earl Spencer. The couple have given away little detail about their romance – so, naturally, there has been endless speculation about the age difference. It’s also in the news thanks to 63-year-old Sharon Stone’s rumoured romance with balaclava-clad rapper, RMR – aged 25.
My ex is the newspaper columnist Liz Jones who, during our time together, turned her one-sided take on our relationship into a lucrative industry, churning out thousands of articles. I still appear in her work now, despite not speaking to her in 12 years.
I thought a great deal about that relationship over lockdown – its disparities in
age, race, power and income – while I finished writing a novel about a disintegrating marriage between an Indian man and his glamorous English wife.
Liz was earning more than 10 times my salary when we met. After airing our domestic linen in print, it had almost quadrupled by the time we parted ways.
In 2000, I was in my first job in journalism and living with my mum. I would turn up for work at a London radio station in baggy jeans, a hoodie and trainers. Looking like that, I met Liz for the first time in her chic Thameside office. Clad in Helmut Lang, with salon-perfect hair, she gave me an interview about her nomination for a media award.
A week later, I met her again at the ceremony. I had smartened up that day and her interest was more than obvious. So I took the initiative and emailed later, asking her to dinner. She was clearly in a “cougar” frame of mind, and I was happy to be her cub for what I thought would be a night or two.
After an awkward meal at her local Indian restaurant – I can’t say we hit it off – she offered to drive me to the station. I cheekily asked if she’d drive me home to the other side of London, and was surprised when she agreed. The conversation became friendlier; so much so that when she parked outside my mum’s house, our goodnight peck developed into something more intimate – something I
definitely didn’t want my very traditional Indian mother to see. Liz hurriedly drove me back to her place.
Within three months, I was living in her stylish north London home. Two years later, we were married. But while all this sounds adventurous and exciting, I would like to ask: how would it seem if the sexes were reversed?
MeToo has rightly shone a light on the exploitation of women at the hands of powerful, predatory men. The movement, founded by the activist Tarana Burke, is also for racial justice, following her experiences of abuse as a black woman.
Twenty-one years ago, no one questioned a wealthy middle-aged white woman’s public relationship with a younger and poorer darker-skinned man. Given the lack of reaction to Sharon Stone’s latest affair, no one does today either. Women seem above the moral scrutiny applied to men in their sexual conduct.
A male public figure would face inquiry were he to parade his exotic young trophy so flagrantly. Instead, it is celebrated as a model of emancipation; of older women defying the patriarchy.
While in a position of power over me, Liz portrayed herself as a victim. Writing about her anorexia, anxieties and OCD-like behaviour towards everything from tidiness to pets, she was a woman apparently so painfully neurotic that no one thought to question her shabby flaunting of a brown and virile toyboy.
That she was the editor of one of Europe’s biggest-selling magazines, in charge of multimillion-pound budgets and asked to advise the prime minister on women’s issues, was all but ignored as she presented herself as a sort of kooky Helen Fielding character, who’d hopelessly lost herself to a young roué. The truth is, even with her well-documented issues, Liz was, and remains, the toughest woman I’ve ever encountered.
Older women are attracted to young partners for the same reasons older men are: their beauty, vigour, eagerness to please – and because they’re easy to control. The younger lover is a status symbol. “Like a Prada handbag” is how I once described myself, “with added clitoral stimulation.”
I came to live in a gilded Islington cage, lavished with unrequested gifts, and holidays as Liz spent some of the fortune she made from writing about me – mostly derisively – no doubt in the hope that I wouldn’t leave.
Her writing, of course, never gave any sense of my vulnerability. The working-class product of an immigrant home wracked by alcoholism, violence and insolvency, I was, in my 20s, always going to fall under the spell of a wealthy older woman who promised me a lifestyle and security that I’d never imagined for myself.
Friends did try to warn me that some people are drawn to the imbalance of relationships like ours, but Liz even spun this in her favour, claiming our marriage had been a sort of affirmative action programme. “I was so accommodating of him,” she told an interviewer last year, “because he was Indian… I thought: poor him. I need to help him. He’s less advantaged than I am.”
Our marriage was doomed from our wedding day: an occasion I felt swindled into, having never proposed. She arranged it without my knowledge; I found out when I discovered a receipt for the country estate. Confronted with it, she declared she’d already told the world in her column – which I no longer read – and would look a fool. She then broke down in tears, robbing me of my anger as I comforted her and agreed.
She did the same thing on the day when I discovered she was 16 years older than me – not the 10 she had claimed. Having told me she was 36 on our first date, two years later, aged 28, I learned I was about to marry someone in her mid-40s. She again broke into hysterical tears, submerging my outrage with her distress.
We lasted five more years, her articles increasingly criticising my sulkiness, sexual withdrawal, slovenliness and infidelity. Eventually, I left, renouncing any entitlement to a share of the townhouse as well as any alimony in order to escape her overbearing shadow.
Having been depicted as little more than a gigolo, I forwent a small fortune that would have given me stability, and have lived a financially precarious life since. Naively, I had hoped she would stop pouring scorn on me in print, but she has continued to do so, banking cheque after cheque in the process.
Jokingly referred to as “cougars”, the intentions of older women towards their young prey are often toxic and can do great emotional harm. It’s taken me years of therapy to heal the mistrust and confusion I developed. It was a painful and scarring experience.
While not all age-gap relationships are so poisonous, it’s only right to subject both sexes to the same ethical scrutiny. Older women should be held as accountable as any ageing male who shows off his partner as a younger prize, thinking his money and power entitles him to it.'
'I was 26 and when I met my now ex-wife, she was far more successful than me, white and substantially older. Seven years later, we divorced following our much-publicised relationship.
This week, I found myself reflecting on our age gap after reading about the wedding of Lady Kitty Spencer, 30, to 62-year-old billionaire Michael Lewis. In marrying him, Princess Diana’s niece has chosen as her partner a man five years older than her father, Earl Spencer. The couple have given away little detail about their romance – so, naturally, there has been endless speculation about the age difference. It’s also in the news thanks to 63-year-old Sharon Stone’s rumoured romance with balaclava-clad rapper, RMR – aged 25.
My ex is the newspaper columnist Liz Jones who, during our time together, turned her one-sided take on our relationship into a lucrative industry, churning out thousands of articles. I still appear in her work now, despite not speaking to her in 12 years.
I thought a great deal about that relationship over lockdown – its disparities in
age, race, power and income – while I finished writing a novel about a disintegrating marriage between an Indian man and his glamorous English wife.
Liz was earning more than 10 times my salary when we met. After airing our domestic linen in print, it had almost quadrupled by the time we parted ways.
In 2000, I was in my first job in journalism and living with my mum. I would turn up for work at a London radio station in baggy jeans, a hoodie and trainers. Looking like that, I met Liz for the first time in her chic Thameside office. Clad in Helmut Lang, with salon-perfect hair, she gave me an interview about her nomination for a media award.
A week later, I met her again at the ceremony. I had smartened up that day and her interest was more than obvious. So I took the initiative and emailed later, asking her to dinner. She was clearly in a “cougar” frame of mind, and I was happy to be her cub for what I thought would be a night or two.
After an awkward meal at her local Indian restaurant – I can’t say we hit it off – she offered to drive me to the station. I cheekily asked if she’d drive me home to the other side of London, and was surprised when she agreed. The conversation became friendlier; so much so that when she parked outside my mum’s house, our goodnight peck developed into something more intimate – something I
definitely didn’t want my very traditional Indian mother to see. Liz hurriedly drove me back to her place.
Within three months, I was living in her stylish north London home. Two years later, we were married. But while all this sounds adventurous and exciting, I would like to ask: how would it seem if the sexes were reversed?
MeToo has rightly shone a light on the exploitation of women at the hands of powerful, predatory men. The movement, founded by the activist Tarana Burke, is also for racial justice, following her experiences of abuse as a black woman.
Twenty-one years ago, no one questioned a wealthy middle-aged white woman’s public relationship with a younger and poorer darker-skinned man. Given the lack of reaction to Sharon Stone’s latest affair, no one does today either. Women seem above the moral scrutiny applied to men in their sexual conduct.
A male public figure would face inquiry were he to parade his exotic young trophy so flagrantly. Instead, it is celebrated as a model of emancipation; of older women defying the patriarchy.
While in a position of power over me, Liz portrayed herself as a victim. Writing about her anorexia, anxieties and OCD-like behaviour towards everything from tidiness to pets, she was a woman apparently so painfully neurotic that no one thought to question her shabby flaunting of a brown and virile toyboy.
That she was the editor of one of Europe’s biggest-selling magazines, in charge of multimillion-pound budgets and asked to advise the prime minister on women’s issues, was all but ignored as she presented herself as a sort of kooky Helen Fielding character, who’d hopelessly lost herself to a young roué. The truth is, even with her well-documented issues, Liz was, and remains, the toughest woman I’ve ever encountered.
Older women are attracted to young partners for the same reasons older men are: their beauty, vigour, eagerness to please – and because they’re easy to control. The younger lover is a status symbol. “Like a Prada handbag” is how I once described myself, “with added clitoral stimulation.”
I came to live in a gilded Islington cage, lavished with unrequested gifts, and holidays as Liz spent some of the fortune she made from writing about me – mostly derisively – no doubt in the hope that I wouldn’t leave.
Her writing, of course, never gave any sense of my vulnerability. The working-class product of an immigrant home wracked by alcoholism, violence and insolvency, I was, in my 20s, always going to fall under the spell of a wealthy older woman who promised me a lifestyle and security that I’d never imagined for myself.
Friends did try to warn me that some people are drawn to the imbalance of relationships like ours, but Liz even spun this in her favour, claiming our marriage had been a sort of affirmative action programme. “I was so accommodating of him,” she told an interviewer last year, “because he was Indian… I thought: poor him. I need to help him. He’s less advantaged than I am.”
Our marriage was doomed from our wedding day: an occasion I felt swindled into, having never proposed. She arranged it without my knowledge; I found out when I discovered a receipt for the country estate. Confronted with it, she declared she’d already told the world in her column – which I no longer read – and would look a fool. She then broke down in tears, robbing me of my anger as I comforted her and agreed.
She did the same thing on the day when I discovered she was 16 years older than me – not the 10 she had claimed. Having told me she was 36 on our first date, two years later, aged 28, I learned I was about to marry someone in her mid-40s. She again broke into hysterical tears, submerging my outrage with her distress.
We lasted five more years, her articles increasingly criticising my sulkiness, sexual withdrawal, slovenliness and infidelity. Eventually, I left, renouncing any entitlement to a share of the townhouse as well as any alimony in order to escape her overbearing shadow.
Having been depicted as little more than a gigolo, I forwent a small fortune that would have given me stability, and have lived a financially precarious life since. Naively, I had hoped she would stop pouring scorn on me in print, but she has continued to do so, banking cheque after cheque in the process.
Jokingly referred to as “cougars”, the intentions of older women towards their young prey are often toxic and can do great emotional harm. It’s taken me years of therapy to heal the mistrust and confusion I developed. It was a painful and scarring experience.
While not all age-gap relationships are so poisonous, it’s only right to subject both sexes to the same ethical scrutiny. Older women should be held as accountable as any ageing male who shows off his partner as a younger prize, thinking his money and power entitles him to it.'
Thank you for that @Greyhare - there are two sides to every story and he puts a different slant on her tales of woe that he sponged off of her. He did not go after alimony etc. She always gives the impression that the Islington townhouse was lost on the demise of the marriage. I think Liz is 
I agree that both men and women should face the same level of scrutiny. Either the younger or the elder partner could be being exploited by the other, and the same goes for same sex relationships as for opposite sex.
Didn't Liz just storm off to the country to surround herself with animals in a cloud of self-pity and 'saving animals' virtue when her marriage collapsed?
I find it interesting that he describes her as the 'strongest' woman he knows, as she must have been ballsy and confident to achieve the career she had, yet she portrays herself as a simpering idiot, I don't know if it is just a misguided attempt to emulate Bridget Jones or who she actually is.Thank you for that @Greyhare - there are two sides to every story and he puts a different slant on her tales of woe that he sponged off of her. He did not go after alimony etc. She always gives the impression that the Islington townhouse was lost on the demise of the marriage. I think Liz is
Yes, that was very interesting. It’s a shame though that she felt like she had to dumb herself down to get a column. But presumably that was what the paper wanted, the Bridget J clone. It has lasted a long time so it was obviously a good call. It makes you realise even more that the column has a distant relationship to the truth.
it sounds like an abusive relationship for hin
Nirpal is a far better writer than Liz.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww the poor little lad!
Don't give me all that shite Nirpal - you knew exactly what you were taking on and why and I don't doubt that you emerged at the end of your ordeal much better off financially along with A Name to tout about for work.
Listen I don't even like Liz but Nirpal should not be making out that she tied him up then delivered him bound and gagged to the Registry Office to become Mr. Jones - he knew exactly what he was signing up for!!
Nirpal is such a fraud.
Just because he was younger and earned less when he met Liz doesn't mean that he was "exploited".
It could also be that he leeched onto her as she had more money, paid for him, let him move into her nice home rent-free and looked after him, probably gave him writing tips.
Maybe he exploited her? didn't he also cheat on her - she always talks about how he "found himself" in another woman's vagina?
I also don't buy that all young women marrying older and richer men are being exploited. Most of them know what they are doing and why.
Just because he was younger and earned less when he met Liz doesn't mean that he was "exploited".
It could also be that he leeched onto her as she had more money, paid for him, let him move into her nice home rent-free and looked after him, probably gave him writing tips.
Maybe he exploited her? didn't he also cheat on her - she always talks about how he "found himself" in another woman's vagina?
I also don't buy that all young women marrying older and richer men are being exploited. Most of them know what they are doing and why.
I don’t think either of them have exactly covered themselves with glory in the way they’ve written about their marriage since divorcing
it’s all ‘content’ I guess..I mean even if Nirpal is lying/stretching the truth/rewriting history, I'm here for it: Liz is a fraud and from her own accounts, an absolute nightmare to live with. She uses her past relationships, both real and imaginary, as column fodder every week and regularly trips herself up with inconsistencies in her life story: if he wants to do the same thing, I say fair play.
Would a bit of journalistic integrity be nice? Sure! But it's thin on the ground generally.
Would a bit of journalistic integrity be nice? Sure! But it's thin on the ground generally.
Spot the posts on this thread that are out of step with the others
hello Liz
Nah, Liz wouldn't, she would make Nic do it. Just like she had Nic defend her in comments on the MOS website and report any that she didn't like (before she started getting so few comments that it no longer mattered)
Regardless of what people think of nirpal you only have to look at her completely one sided reports of the relationship with David to know that shhe is abusive and uses the power imbalance to her advantage.
Dave wasn't exactly covered in glory either for persisting so long but it was easy to see he was broken by her.
Dave wasn't exactly covered in glory either for persisting so long but it was easy to see he was broken by her.
Good lord, this week’s incoherent ramblings.. yes she really did go there 
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