I read a fantastical little piece in today's "Metro" newspaper.
It purported to tell the story of a bride to be, who was alerted to her fiancé being a weekend porn star, when her bridesmaid was researching male strippers for the hen night.
Two quotes from the bride instantly made me jump to descrying the hand of a Max Clifford-like agency behind this tale:
'"I was unable to see beyond the dirty movie that had shattered my heart" she told a magazine'
and
"I don't know if I will ever be able to trust a man again - especially one who is that good in bed".
These read as classically, carefully sculpted lines to my mind. If she came up with them herself, then get that lady an anchor job in TV. But, if as I suspect she was fed them in order to give good copy head, then a 30 line piece that formed the only article squeezed in around 3 block adverts on that page, well in the inimitable words of Johnny Rotten, "Ever feel like you've been cheated?"
Us serious authors are wasting our time ...
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