Finally, some sanity in Britain over foot-and-mouth disease. One group of farmers is refusing to let their healthy cattle be slaughtered for no good reason. I hope it’s the first of many revolts.
SOLIPSISM EXTRA: Well I went to bed early last night and didn’t stay up as I usually do to read the next day’s papers. And at almost 3.30 pm I still haven’t read the Kurtz piece. For some reason I much prefer reading stuff about me that’s basically hostile, because then I can defend myself or get into an argument or debate. But according to everyone who’s read it, this was a fair, nice, pretty positive piece, which is all anyone can ask for in this business. But what can I say about it? I guess I’m most amused by my friends. Niall Ferguson says I’m a tremendous hater, according to a quote my friend Robert read to me on the phone. Niall is arriving here tomorrow for a few hours so I’ll give him shit about that. But the great thing about the friends I have is that they tell it like it is. That’s why I like them. I was at my regular lunch-spot today, C.F. Folks in downtown DC, the capital’s version of the soup nazi from Seinfeld, and they were razzing me about the photos. That one gazing out of the window makes me look like some sort of saint. Sorry. Having your photo taken is always tricky. Didn’t mean to look like Teresa of Avila. And, man, I’m bald. That always comes as a shock. Denial is a wonderful thing. From a glance at the web-page, it was also gratifying to be on the same page as Anne Robinson, the dominatrix of “The Weakest Link.” The headline for her profile was: “The Queen of Mean.” For one moment, I thought they were referring to me. Anyway, back to regular coverage. I’ll read it in full in a couple of days. If anything occurs to me, I’ll let you know. Meanwhile, thanks, Howie.
The Dish 