Phew, that didn’t take long then, did it?
Was it only yesterday that we were speculating that Angela Fag-Ash Disney was about to fulfill her dream of scrambling up to the top of the festering pile of dung that is the Hampstead hoax, and claiming its throne for herself? All the conditions seemed perfect: Belinda and her minions Sabine and Neelu down and (almost) out; Angie attracting the attention of Conscious Consumer Network maven Mel Ve; developing her own army of slavering supporters; breaking in her new weekly YouTube broadcast, Angela’s Ca$he$….
And yet today, it looks like it’s all gone tits-up.
It started with the death of ‘MK Ultra super-soldier’ Max Spiers last week. (Don’t blame us, we don’t give them these ridiculous titles.)
Angie, never one to pass up an opportunity to shed some crocodile tears whilst trying to boost her own online brand, did a heartfelt eulogy on her latest CCN broadcast (and by ‘broadcast’ we mean ‘viewed by at four people, three of whom were us’).
And then she posted a bombshell on Facebook: extracts from what look like a private conversation between her and the deceased, in which he admits to having had an affair. And names names:
Now there’s a novel excuse for an affair: your partner “casted love spells” on you, and is “now using black magick….She’s poisonous”.
But whether the deceased was patently out of his ever-lovin’ mind or not, is there really any excuse for publishing this sort of personal confession online? We think not. And apparently we weren’t the only ones who felt this way:
Oh, see this makes it all okay: Angie herself was hit with some black magick, which she cured by listening to ABBA. As one does.
Question: is there any wacky diagnosis Angie won’t try to adopt and make her own? If she forgets what she’s talking about, she claims to be dissociating, not just having a moment of forgetfulness. If someone has died, she doesn’t just feel sad, she has survivor guilt. She truly is a speshul snowflake, isn’t she?
Anyhoo, back to the Angie Gossip and Bad-mouthing Show…
Her excuse here? “To thine own self be true”. Really? How does this relate to sharing confidential information from a private chat, about a person who has just shuffled off this mortal coil? Even if it weren’t spiteful gossip, it would still be in the worst possible taste.
Ah, here come the reinforcements! Jake jumps in like the Tinkerbell of Love, trying to spread his usual unintelligible gibberish.
But then, the cutting blow: looks like Mel Ve has sent Eilish by with a very clear message: “Remove this shit immediately”.
Can’t get much clearer than that, can you? And given that Angie is the new kid on the block at CCN, you’d think she’d pack it in right away quick, to preserve her new gig. But this would be underestimating our girl: she just has to keep self-justifying:
Ah, there we are. The inevitable attempt to sidetrack the argument with a sudden claim that Max was mysteriously killed by person or persons unknown.
David Lloyd falls for it….But Maria and others stick to their guns: Angie is in the wrong, and they’re not letting her off the hook. Appearing to realise that she hasn’t exactly won any popularity contests with her original post, Angie tries again. If her friends don’t like her catty, back-biting ways, they should feel free to “jog on/scroll down or unfriend or both”.
We know which we’d choose.
And apparently Angie’s dear friend Miles Johnstone, who last year filmed Angie in a party dress making bizarre allegations about how she’d been hunted and pissed on by her father and his friends, agrees with us. He’s removed the Angie videos from his public stream.
Nicely done, Angie. Well played, as usual, with your usual good taste and panache.