Ah Piers, dear Piers. Writing one of his many Mail on Sunday columns today, Mr Morgan announces that he’s making an ITV documentary about Hollywood and goes on to relate a tale of how he drove the paparazzi into a frenzy by arranging to meet the Osbournes for lunch.
Alas, he then boasts that ‘We were mobbed by more than 40 photographers as we arrived, and duly posed and preened – as my ITV crew filmed everything from a few yards away.”
‘My’film crew? Are you sure about that, dear boy?
When a young pup out on a job, I once made the mistake of referring to the accompanying snapper as ‘my’photographer. If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead on the spot. And the next time I visited the darkroom, I was ‘accidentally’sprayed with chemicals that reduced my best trousers to rags within minutes.
Piers already has enough enemies – have I told you that he still owes me two grand? – without alienating the people who are supposedly paid to make him look good.
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