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quick divorce…
101 LIES MEN TELL WOMEN 1: 17 AM Add a comment Read comments (2) Send a message View trackbacks (0) Blog it Entertainment Add a comment Comments ( 2 ) Francesca September 26 11:…
The news that the wife of the Formula One tycoon Bernie Ecclestone is leaving her husband after 24 years of marriage has understandably dominated the media since Slavica Ecclestone filed for divorce yesterday.
Much of the commentary focuses on the oft-published view that the family wealth is believed to be held by Mrs Ecclestone in a trust, with observers speculating on the impact of this on both Ecclestone’s personal fortune and his ability to control F1.
But what of Queen’s Park Rangers football club, taken over in a blaze of publicity by Ecclestone and another of F1’s more colourful characters, Flavio Briatore, some 15 months ago? The Championship side has just appointed Paula Sousa as its new manager on a salary estimated to be £20,000 per week. Players at QPR are reputedly paid more than many of their fellow Championship footballers as the club pushes for a return to the Premier League.
Briatore is not, in football parlance, short of a bob or two. Nor is another of the club’s shareholders, Lakshmi Mittal. But if the Ecclestone billions are largely vested in Slavica’s name, it may well be that his investment in QPR is, too. Whither then the club’s dreams of glory? Its long-suffering fans will be praying that the divorce does not have a disastrous side effect on the object of their affections – and that Slavica Ecclestone likes football.
Image of Mr and Mrs Ecclestone courtesy of Richard Young.
quick divorce…
101 LIES MEN TELL WOMEN 1: 17 AM Add a comment Read comments (2) Send a message View trackbacks (0) Blog it Entertainment Add a comment Comments ( 2 ) Francesca September 26 11:…
social emotional development…
There’ s another controversy swirling around Linda and Paul Hogan. Documents posted on the website TMZ show Linda, whose real name is Linda Bollea has filed for divorce from her husband, Terry Bollea….
A lawyer of Swordplay’s acquaintance finds himself in a fix.
“My teenage son is to be interviewed by the local constable,” he tells us. “He is alleged to have committed an offence.”
We gasp, for such seems the appropriate response, and then ask: is it serious?
“No, it is not,” our troubled legal friend tells us. “In the great scheme of things, my son’s alleged transgression is about as de minimis as they get.”
For a split second, we wonder if said teenage son is cognisant of lawyerly terms of art such as de minimis, but rapidly conclude that the answer to this question is not a sine qua non of further discourse. And so we press on. That sounds good, we say, relatively speaking, at least.
“Yes,” says the lawyer, “but I am at a loss as to what to do with him. Do I come down hard and ground him, or do I play the liberal card, or do I find a compromise?”
That depends, we aver.
“On what?” asks our man.
On whether you would prefer to deal with your son’s alleged offence as a lawyer, or as a father, or as a father who is a lawyer, or maybe even as a lawyer who is a father.
“I see your point,” says the lawyer. And then, as if to prove that there is no cure for recidivism, he says: “The offence is, after all, de minimis.”
Without prejudice, we add.
Pictured: something out of Kafka. Now there was a man who knew about the law. And had a tough old father, too.
We rarely enjoy pondering Max Mosley – the man, the sins, the legal action, what he stands for – but confess to a degree of grudging admiration for his tenacity in trying to change the law of privacy. As this story from the Independent has it, Mosley has lodged a request with the European Court of Human Rights in Strasbourg asking that, by law, journalists must inform the subject of a story of the private details they intend to print, prior to publication.
We suspect the motor racing man would never have thought it, but he would appear to have an unlikely bedfellow in a certain England footballer. Step forward, Wayne Rooney, who would presumably put his name to Mosley’s petition.
Pictured courtesy of NashvilleScene: some bedfellows are stranger than fiction.
Woe betide those who freelance and fail to return a call.
We say this upon hearing of a normally prolific freelance journalist who picked up a voicemail from an editor at one of the nationals on Tuesday afternoon. Please call us, was the message, and it could mean just one thing – a commission.
Our hero’s habitual practice is to return such calls as soon as is reasonably practicable, as m’learned friends might put it. In practice, that would habitually mean within a couple of hours. Most atypically, and for reasons we have yet to fathom, our man failed to call back for a full 24 hours.
By then, said editor had looked elsewhere. One of our man’s competitors had the gig, an interesting piece about cricket and the law, one which might just be in The Times today and which, we assume, asks whether the Pakistan cricket team have been caught out (in the legal sense, you understand).
We make no judgement on the no ball scandal, save to say that it is a scandal, but in another sense the moral is clear: in the fast-paced world of modern media, he who hesitates is lost.
Pictured courtesy of PrintedClothing.com: a fast-selling shirt.