The feral beast: Angels interrupt Cameron
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Your support makes all the difference.Angels interrupt Cameron
Red faces at a press conference given by David Cameron when ITV political editor Tom Bradby was interrupted mid-question by the trill of a mobile phone. All faces turned to the source of the nuisance – the trousers of gentlemanly 'Telegraph' sketchwriter and aesthete Andrew Gimson. But his was no ordinary ringtone. His phone had burst into life with the heavenly strumming of a harp.
Handcuffs or knuckleduster?
Excitement at Guardian News and Media ahead of the move to swanky new offices in King's Cross, not least from managing director Tim Brooks. After giving an upbeat staff briefing, Brooks rushed out and fell down the stairs. Then, to the sound of a rousing pop tune, on came editor-in-chief Alan Rusbridger. He is offering a bottle of champagne for the best name for the new central newsroom's hub. Suggestions so far include "the handcuffs" (considered a bit "too Mosley"), while daily editor Ian Katz has suggested "the knuckleduster". Yikes.
There's still theology, Julie
This time last year, Julie Burchill's rant du jour was about giving up journalism to do a theology degree. Then she was offered a monthly column by 'The Observer' and, whaddya know, she was back at her typewriter. Now, sadly, the gob has been silenced again after only five columns. "You're a luxury we can't afford," she was told. In her case, probably true.
The sincerest form of flattery
Is Camilla Cavendish looking for a job? In a piece on Baby P, the 'Times' columnist said "he died at the hands of sadists of unimaginable depravity". That phrase, "unimaginable depravity", might ring a bell at the 'Daily Mail'. In his speech to the Society of Editors last Sunday, 'Mail' editor Paul Dacre described Max Mosley's spanking sessions as "unimaginable sexual depravity". Spooky.
Reveille for Bullingdon old boy
As president of the Bullingdon Club, Jonathan Ford – along with David Cameron and Boris Johnson, left restaurateurs quaking. Now, after a stint at the 'FT', he has put something back into the community by launching The Brook Green Bugle, a website for residents of the West London suburb popular with meedya types. Ford, who lives there with wife Susannah Herbert, editor of 'The Sunday Times Review', and their children, hopes the website's model of local listings and news will be successful enough to sell on to other neighbourhoods.
Royal namesake
Feisty 'Mail on Sunday' diarist Katie Nicholl has a history of breaking stories about Kate Middleton and is, I hear, planning a book about her. Earlier this year she reported that Middleton has earned the moniker Waity Katie, as she does nothing but wait to marry. According to one 'Mail' colleague, that was Nicholl's nickname before she got hitched.
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