You know sometimes, just sometimes, dear Busty fans, I wish I could think before I shoot my mouth off. Last week’s diatribe against the, er, lovely Bernie Ecclestone has got me in a right old fix.
No sooner had it hit the web, when I had a rather aggressive (surprise, surprise) letter from his “people” threatening me with all sorts of nasty stuff. Well, he’s picked on the wrong girl this time, I can tell you. I stand by what I say and I will fight for justice – since when was 5′ 1 not short anyway?
McKelvey, on the other hand, is not so keen on a protracted legal battle. First thing Monday morning he wafted an email under my nose from someone called Olga, who is a business development manager at some online marketing firm with, in her words, “over 6 year (sic) of experience in the domain”.
Anyway, she claimed she had been on the site and, “couldn’t help noticing that it lacked quality content. Content on any magazine is one of the most crucial factors to get readers’ (sic) coming back for more (no shit, luv). However, in your case the content is not good”.
She added: “I can help you with that. Allow me to offer you our Web Copywriting Services. We work hard to deliver a hassle free and time bound copywriting service to our clients so that they don’t have to do it themselfs (sic).”
The fact that she can’t spell seems to have been completely ignored by the powers that be over here. To be honest, just because she included a picture of herself virtually naked, it seems my days could be numbered – yet again.
Now I’m all for free enterprise, but some people don’t seem to appreciate that I work day and night on this shite, scouring the streets of Britain to find you the latest gossip, and that’s the thanks I get…
Luckily I am made of sterner stuff. I have already written back to Bernie’s mob to tell them that all enquiries about this column should be directed to Olga. That should keep them off my back for a bit – in the meantime, Bank Holiday here we come…
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