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Jane SillybottomThe poo-poo heads are being mean to me
Dear Jane, the press are being poo-poo heads and saying mean, untrue things about me just because I want to make some changes around here. How do I get them to stop?
Yours, Left of Islington
Dear Left Islington,
Oh my dear, it seems the fourth estate has you in their crosshairs again, and not even your most earnest frown can deter their glee. The press, you see, are like cats: they will knock your carefully balanced teacup off the table, not because it’s in the way, but because it’s there. You can shout, stomp, or even present them with an impeccably footnoted policy document, but they’ll still be more interested in your jam preferences or whether you button your jacket correctly.
My solution is simple and stylish: socks. Bright socks. Jazzy socks. Socks so dazzling they blind your critics the moment you cross your legs in an interview. No one can paint you as dour when your ankles are practically a carnival. Stripes, polka dots, zig-zags – why stop there? Emblazon your calves with revolutionary slogans stitched in neon thread. “Fairness!” “Decency!” “Free Custard for All!”
Once you’ve pulled on those cheerful tubes of optimism, make them your calling card. When asked a mean question, smile benignly, cross your legs, and let the socks do the talking. The public will see a man unfairly hounded, yet standing tall in magnificent hosiery. The press will be forced to write, “He may be a radical, but his socks are a delight.”
In short, you may not be able to silence them, but you can out-sock them. And in the battle of headlines, sometimes that’s victory enough.
Yours in haberdashery,
Jane Sillybottom
Jane Sillybottom is a work of fiction written in collaboration with AI. On no account should anyone follow her advice unless you really want to. There’s no accounting for some people.
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