I suppose the worst thing you can do when faced with comments made by someone blatantly intent on courting publicity is to draw attention to the person in question—I therefore apologise in advance.
By way of background, the lady on whom this blog will focus is forty-five years of age and is known for quitting The Apprentice in 2007, being the second person to be voted out of the jungle in that year’s I’m a Celebrity, and polling 0.6% of votes when she stood as a potential MEP. That’s not the kind of CV you’d associate with a credible journalist, but in fairness, what do I know.
If you hadn’t guessed, the lady is Katie Hopkins, who has a well publicised dislike for names such as Chardonnay and Tyler, as well as children with geographical location names—and yes, she has a daughter called India!
Sadly, I’m in no real position to scoff, because in Turner County, Georgia lies the extremely small town of Rebecca (population <300). Who knew?!
In yesterday’s edition of The Sun, Ms Hopkins chose to compare the recent Anniversary Games with last year’s Olympics, the former apparently bei“like sucking a lemon at a funeral.” Moreover, our athletes “just don’t try as hard when the world isn’t watching”—well, that is about as inane as you can get.
According to our supremely knowledgeable correspondent, Jessica Ennis-Hill was “about as useful as Eric the Eel”. For the record, the first of those is the arguably finest all-round female athlete of our generation. Jessica not only managed to train for SEVEN separate events, managing to peak at exactly the right time, she also had to cope with the pressure of being the proverbial “face of the Games”.
She is a fantastic athlete, yet possesses a humility that is remarkable given her talent.
As for Eric the Eel—Eric Moussambani—well, the swimmer from Equatorial Guinea may well have recorded a time for the 100m freestyle that was slower than the 200m world record at the 2000 Sydney Olympics; but Katie Hopkins might want to bear in mind the following: Eric’s time was actually a personal best, and perhaps more relevantly, even though he was never going to be a champion, he still did not quit.
If those achievements make you a figure of fun to someone with Katie Hopkins’ proven abilities (irony. . .), then more fool me for not only reading her column, but also bothering to write this blog. That said, as my views are of no more worth than hers: I would urge The Sun to give Ms Hopkins the boot and employ me immediately!
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