Ouch. I’ve got two little big men after me. Now normally that wouldn’t be a bad thing as most small fellas make up for their lack of height with something big in their trousers (I mean their wallets, obviously, what do you take me for?).
But it seems for once these two mean business as Alan Sugar and Martin Sorrell – or “Marlan” in Hollywood speak – want to take Busty down following last week’s column and not in a good way either.
First thing on Monday, even my friendly postie was looking worried as he handed over two rather official looking letters, which of course I haven’t even opened yet but definitely have a whiff of legal about them.
Bring it on, I say, see you in court, although I might need a little bit more than my esteemed editor’s paltry libel insurance cover to help me this time.
Still, I’m sure you readers will be more than happy to join the new “Save Busty Campaign”, even though half of you probably work for Sorrell anyway. At least “Marlan” now agree on something I suppose, even if I risk a spell in HMP Holloway, Islington, as a result. The things I do for you lot.
And I bet McKelvey wishes I hadn’t been so persuasive in getting him to keep this column in the redesign now, either.
The only saving grace is that I will get the chance to go out with bang because there’s no way I am going anywhere until after the DMA Awards (have you got your ticket yet?).
In fact I could do with your help about my wardrobe, do you reckon I should go for the Agent Provocateur festive range or vist the Designer Lingerie site? Trouble is I’ve also got the worry of whether to sport Boutique Moschino, Cushnie et Ochs, or Herve Leger? Decisions, decisions…
Mind you, I suppose I had better get used to the tracky bottoms and muffin tops sported by my soon-to-be mates in London N7.
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