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Titolo: LOL LOL Grande Brian

Leggete...stile Death on two legs...E' recentissima....
                                            Max
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AN OPEN LETTER TO THE DAILY MAIL.....
FROM
BRIAN MAY
Dear Ms Wingett,
Thank you for your congratulations, but I must say Anita and I were quite
staggered that in the present circumstances you have actually written to us
requesting an interview.
We live in very different worlds, Fiona, so different that it might be hard
for you to imagine how much people like us loathe and despise such
scurrilous publications as the Daily Mail. When I was a kid, my parents
always had the Mail delivered, and I used to regard it as a paper of some
integrity, light, but unbiased, with some taste, and some respect for the
lives of the people depicted. Sadly I feel that the Daily Mail now warrants
none of those descriptions. In fact to me and many of our friends the paper
now ranks right down there with the lowest of the low, with the Sun, the
News Of The World, or the people, in it's vicious, prurient and invasive
behaviour, and it's relentless and callous destruction of the character of
any of any public figure week after week, in the pursuit of a few more sales
of the newspaper.
People like myself just do a job because we think it's what we're good at,
and we can bring people some pleasure. Because we're good at it we become
well known, but I certainly didn't realise when I started out as a Rock
Musician, that with success would come the complete loss of privacy and
dignity which the English tabloid press bring about. I did not realise that
the price I would pay would be to have scummy papparazzi photographers
sneaking around corners to capture an image of me in a relaxed moment, and
then see it plastered across some newspaper with a derisive caption. or to
have my kids walk out of their front door into a camera lens on their way to
school, or come home in tears because someone at school had read some lies
about their daddy in a paper, and made life Hell for them.
You may actually be a nice person, Ms Wingett, in many ways, but surely you
must realise that the photographs of us on our honeymoon which appeared in
your newspaper were taken against our wishes, and utterly ruined our
attempts to have a few moments of privacy in a far-away romantic place. It
must be obvious to you that we did everything we could to have a private
wedding, unsullied by any press presence, but you people pay spies
everywhere, and of course some scumbag leaked the information. we actually
managed to keep all the invaders away just long enough to have our ceremony
in complete privacy, but only thanks to some good friends acting as
security, and decoys, and a human screen to keep the bastards out.
I really wish you could imagine what it felt like for us to escape to
Venice, a favourite sanctuary for us, with nice Italian people around who
treat us like normal people, but people they like and respect. I wish you
could imagine what it felt like to be having a private moment on a gondola,
and suddenly to be looking down the lens of a "professional", the low-life
papparazzi (English) hired by your newspaper to track us down. Just so you
know, it actually WASN'T raining - we only had an umbrella up because the
gondolier gave it to us, to protect us from the photographer, because he
felt sorry for us. I wish you could feel my anger as our private moment was
transformed into an ugly chase, the scumbag having hired a water-taxi to
follow us, so there was no escape. From that moment on, the magic of our
honeymoon was over - we couldn't take a step without wondering if there was
a telephoto lens aimed at us.
So, of course, a couple of days later we wake up to the news that "our
honeymoon photos" are in the Daily Mail. Yes, sure enough, there are the
expected miserable, poor quality snaps of us in our gondola - looking angry
and sad - so different from the way we must have looked before the parasite
turned up. Of course we look upset - not because of the weather - but
because, of course, we were now feeling utterly violated. And sure enough -
there is the cutesy caption with the cheap pun, there is the article with
the load of guessed and made-up "facts" about us, including reference to
what the English press thinks is our past. And of course, as always, there's
no point in us denying these things or suing you for libel - it would only
give you more opportunity to sell copies with more discussion about us - it
would only fuel your dirty trade.
No, we did NOT want you to spy on us. No, we do NOT relish being
"celebrities", a word which now makes my stomach heave. We would just like
the privilege of having, like normal people, a shred of privacy, at least
for the 3 days of our lives when we were on honeymoon. But you couldn't give
us that, could you?
maybe you feel you are a decent person, Ms Wingett, but surely, having risen
to the loft heights of "Senior Feature Writer" you must realise that the
correct, professional way to approach an artist for an interview is through
their management or agent, or press office - that's what they're for. But
you chose to send someone round to our private house knocking on our door.
Even having your letter in the house makes us feel dirty.
I'm sorry, Fiona, until the Mail changes it's policies, and finds some
decency and conscience, we will not be considering talking to you. This is
as close as I'd ever like to get. Still, maybe you can print this letter
instead, without cutting out all the embarrassing bits, if your editor has
the guts. Somehow I doubt it.
Good luck Fiona, and I hope you get a decent job some day.

Death on two legsss!!!!!
De+!! L'ha uccisa stà poveraccia di Fiona, ma ha fatto bene, e ke kakkio,
non è possibile passare due momenti romantici alla YOU & I con la propria
moglie! Ma ke si sparasse sta inutile giornalista!! :)))
CIAOOO
Stefano

Ma guarda te....speriamo che Brian continui a tornare volentieri in
Italia....Magari un po' più a sud, la capitale non è mica da buttare
via....se poi serve pure un alloggio....io sono disponibile a cedere il mio
letto!!!
:-)
Ciao,
Max1