Yay! It's the "Posh person in Poundland" story! Ho ho! Go, on, start laughing, cos it's going to be a right old belter, this one! A posh person - in Poundland! Innit? Hahaha! Yes, wipe away those tears of delight and prepare for a hilarity rollercoaster ride! Tee hee!
Look, I'm not going to poke fun at Charlotte Metcalf for not being financially well off. That would be snide and pathetic. I'm not going to poke fun at her because of these few sentences
because why shouldn't people shop at Harrods and buy nice things? That's perfectly okay with me. And of course, it must seem a lifetime away if things have gone wrong and you're feeling the pinch at Christmas time. That's all fine and there's nothing wrong with any of that, at all.
No, I'm going to poke fun at Charlotte Metcalf because of this:
There's nothing wrong with doing the whole "Even people who are a bit posh have had to cut back" or "this recession is affecting lots of us, not only the bad people in the North who smoke and smell" - those are perfectly legitimate things. But the whole "I went to Poundland, yikes!" load of old cobblers is pretty tired now, especially in the Mail. Long-memoried regular readers of this blog of joy (and I love both of you) will recall it already having been done by Jan Moir and Petronella Wyatt.
Aside from that paragraph, I actually don't think it's as stinky an article as it could be. I feel quite sympathetic towards the author - perhaps it's that picture of her with her daughter that stops me getting so grumpy as I might otherwise do it; it's like when Jehovah's Witnesses come knocking on your door with their kids in tow so you can't swear at them. I know, I know; there's probably an element of flamebaitery about the whole thing, and yes, there's the whole Liz Jones-style not being able to put things into tremendously good perspective in terms of what constitutes poverty. Sure. But it's Christmas, people! I'm not going to be the one slagging people off for saying they're not too well off. Just leave out the Poundland rubbish next time...