tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677133322409652783.post608826281629058060..comments2023-10-30T00:51:36.361-11:00Comments on Diary of a Desperate Exmoor Woman: A message from Pisser summons me to the PastExmoorjanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09230395732150659356noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677133322409652783.post-5371755140577326272011-09-23T02:35:09.039-11:002011-09-23T02:35:09.039-11:00Thinking... Funny? Yeah, maybe.
Been watching you...Thinking... Funny? Yeah, maybe.<br />Been watching your blog - interesting. <br /><br />60/16...You know, it WAS bloody good, wasn't it? I'd kinda forgotten a lot of the campaigning and baiting it did... I wish I'd known you'd known Bea - we had a hug..was lovely to see her and so many others...<br /><br />Anon: how interesting. I dunno - maybe I'm just more honest nowadays maybe? Hmm. <br /><br />Bear: I went. I'm back. It was good. Took some of the cynicism out of me (well, just a little). Nah, SP stayed behind. :)Exmoorjanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09230395732150659356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677133322409652783.post-67716954899405883182011-09-22T07:35:52.705-11:002011-09-22T07:35:52.705-11:00Some people/places are definitly not worth a retur...Some people/places are definitly not worth a return visit. <br />And some are. Absolutely.<br />Your colleagues seem the type who fall into the latter category.<br />Hope you go for it.<br />(You could also take the Soul Puppy — good excuse to go for a walk.)Rob-bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00171692478879522588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677133322409652783.post-77782917999573210602011-09-22T06:38:15.449-11:002011-09-22T06:38:15.449-11:00Hello Exmoor Jane. It's been a year or two sin...Hello Exmoor Jane. It's been a year or two since I last read your Blog so I have been catching up. I must say, your blog has become darker and not as humorous as it once was. <br /><br />Are you OK? I get the impression you may be depressed or expreriencing some instability?<br /><br />I hope not. <br /><br />Anyway, I am glad to be catching up on your blog again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677133322409652783.post-81731653671835704902011-09-22T01:17:15.450-11:002011-09-22T01:17:15.450-11:00You're right, City Limits was blissfully bonke...You're right, City Limits was blissfully bonkers - and brilliant. I didn't work there, Jane, but as a press oficer at - oh let's call it a, progressive for its day, quango - I did work closely with some of its writers, especially Melissa Benn and Bea Campbell. Unfortunately, some years into Thatcher's iron grip, the quango got lumbered with a Home Office appointed chair, who was in possession of a title but not much else, and who really didn't have a clue what we were all about. What's more she decided that the press officers were far too radical and should be silenced. With an impending general election, we were instructed, er, not to talk to the press about anything at all. I had a quiet word with Bea . . .<br /><br />A few days later I told the chair that we'd had a request for an interview. 'Nothing controversial,' I reassured her, 'just a London listings magazine.' The chair was clearly flattered, fluttered her eyelashes, and brushed aside my offer of the usual pre-interview briefing, which she deemed unnecessary.<br /><br />Bea's incisive interview appeared shortly afterwards in City Limits and, as expected, the chair had shot herself in the foot, over and over, not least with her classic remark that 'these days, we're all working class, dear.' The article was accompanied by a perfect photo of the fragrant one looking slightly vacant and fiddling with her pearls.<br /><br />Yes, thanks to City Limits, I had one of the proudest moments of my PR career. (Sorry, longish comment, but have been waiting for almost 30 years to tell that one.)<br /><br />PS I can't believe that we didn't stumble across one another at some point way back then.60 going on 16http://www.60goingon16.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677133322409652783.post-27150547505214327742011-09-22T00:41:38.748-11:002011-09-22T00:41:38.748-11:00hmm....funny..hmm....funny..Thinkinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12803582964869804576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677133322409652783.post-10747976889377220322011-09-22T00:17:55.755-11:002011-09-22T00:17:55.755-11:00But of course... :) You and phone cockups now syn...But of course... :) You and phone cockups now synonymous. CL was way cooler...and yeah Kim N was film man (horror film man in particular) - has also written novels..<br /><br />I shall lurk...and be careful..14 is careless, for sure. :)Exmoorjanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09230395732150659356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677133322409652783.post-29295715617403480442011-09-22T00:05:08.747-11:002011-09-22T00:05:08.747-11:00I got a namecheck. Huzzah. Doing what I best, whin...I got a namecheck. Huzzah. Doing what I best, whining.<br />City Limits always seemed cooler than Time Out (too corporate). Was Kim N the film man?? am sure he cropped up in a prog we did way back when. <br />Have a great time Janey, though 14 dead does sound excessive. Go careful love.Millahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15967731998504496807noreply@blogger.com