After last weekÃs Christmas issue, one of the l'equipe more simple barmen (who shall remain nameless for now) was amazed at the speed that the photos from Christmas eve made it so quickly onto the front page. It was like they thought I was using one of Gutenberg's printing presses.
Today everyone should, hopefully, be working off their hangovers from the festivities of the night before. I sincerely respect anyone who has had to wake up early to work this morning. Even more if that work requires cooking, cleaning loos or anything where their olfactory senses are overpowered to a point of where the contents of their stomachs make a surprise encore. If it's any consolation, which it's' probably not, I too am fighting off the excesses of alcohol while trying to fill in the gaps left by certain unreliable contributors.
Now I take 19 weeks of shit from everyone about the content of this rag. It gets compared to something written by an inebriated dyslexic squid. Everyone always thinks that they could do better. How wrong they are! Now imagine my joy when I hear that one of the lovely
Scott Dunn girls, fresh from parading around the bars, tits lifted and pushed in all the right directions, in her slutty school girl outfit, wanted to write an in depth article about the power of the cleavage on the opposite sex.
But apparently the word 'deadline' is alien to these upmarket chalet girl types. Initially issue 3 was meant to contain the story, but as Saturday passed I was re-assured, nee promised, that come new years that the article would be finished and ready for publication. Imagine my disappointment when not only did nothing materialise but instead of confronting me, Kat decided to play a sort of hide and seek with me, thinking I wouldn't notice the only girl in the bar cowering behind a co-worker. If only some of all that free time spent sleeping, watching tv and molesting Tim could have been put some better use you might be reading something interesting about breasts. So before you complain, just try and do something yourself.
