Ahhhhhh ... the nutty, roasted, enchanting aroma of South
Just this side of decadent, I’m sure you’ll agree.
Well not in our bloody office it isn’t. The coffee machine spews out a
liquid more deadly than decadent, and more Rochdale than Rio.
But nasty or not, we all swill gallons of the stuff, fluctuating between
blurry-eyed lethargy and quivering bug-eyed mania. Regular trips to the
machine are essential, but if you want to leave any time to do some work
(and avoid nasty burns), you’re going to need one of these handy coffee
With this hi-tech piece of equipment you can swagger into the tea room
and lord it over the paupers as they nervously tiptoe along with wobbly,
customised cardboard boxes and in-trays piled high with number 14s and
Watch them flinch when they remove a hand and try to open a door, their
previous Kenco-related injuries well evidenced by the swathes of
bandages that adorn their wrists.
Meanwhile, you can fill up in style, before bursting through the door -
carefully avoiding any box-bearers and tea-balancers - and pirouetting
down the stairs.
Or you could just buy a kettle.
Coffee holder - 76p
Available from Dudley Office Supplies - 0870 800 6999.
According to Elisabeth Murdoch, the media hack fraternity should
have guessed she was about to leave the family company and have a baby,
because she has given up her trademark Marlboro Lights.
What, then, will the media posse make of Hello! publishing director
Sally Cartwright’s decision to give up her favourite fags. Cartwright -
who tended to favour those long, thin More ciggies - had apparently
decided to give up last Wednesday, although she was still puffing away
with the best of them at Tuesday’s PPA bash.
Surely Cartwright can’t be leaving her job and having a baby? No, in her
case the reason for abstinence is that she has landed the part of Maria
in her local amateur-dramatic production of The Sound of Music.
One ’friend’ commented: ’She sounds more like Rex Harrison, but the
giving up fags should help - a bit.’
Hotcakes loves Nova, the new style bible from IPC. And the party to
launch the 60s-meets-noughties glossy, at Oliver Peyton’s trendy Isola
in Knightsbridge, was a cool affair too. It might, however, have been a
little more chilled had it not been for Michelle Collins, aka ’that
Cindy off of EastEnders’.
Collins seemed to get rather attached to Sly Bailey and kept collaring
her to describe the conversations she had just had with potential
advertisers and various journalists. ’I’m doing a top PR job for you
Sly,’ she panted at regular intervals. The whole thing was made doubly
confusing by Collins’ passing resemblance to la Bailey. Perhaps she’s
suffering from a Narcissus complex.
Emap top dog Tom Toumazis is still looking for a head of magazine
But, like the chaps at The Sun and The Mirror, he is finding the
recruitment process a tough one. Rumour has it one recent candidate came
in, listened to details of the job remit, had lengthy discussions,
agreed an approximate salary level and then turned Toumazis down.
Nothing particularly odd about that, except that the said candidate is
rumoured to have a girlfriend in the upper echelons at - you guessed it
- Emap. Hotcakes wonders whether the salary details have filtered down
yet to the sales floor.