Anyway, the point of my blathering
is not shameless self-promotion, but a genuine plea to have a gander at similar real life stories on the box.
When influential people in football start blathering
about 're-branding', I reach for the sick bag.
He could get mushy, and a bit condescending, on the subject of the comman man; at Coney Island in the course of his Sweet Life jaunt, he relishes the wild diversity, then turns pious, blathering
about "the salt of the earth, all the little people who make the world tick." Though he never again found a subject as enthralling or as emblematic as Vali and her Saint-Germain-des-Pres crew, van der Elsken was always on the lookout for signs of revolt.
(Rushdie was never one to lack drama.) The plot hurtles unstoppably forward, save for a few wearying riffs on the history of rock 'n' roll and the music business, and several blathering
passages on love, art, and death.
That is the equation promoted by Bill Clinton and Pete Wilson, both of them white men who never tire of blathering
about these issues they deliberately distort.
As for the lasses, in the pub they're either legless or blathering
into their mobiles as if they're drinking on their own.
Every time the former prime minister pops up on TV I find myself telling him in words of one syllable where he can stick his interfaith dialogues, or whatever it is he's blathering
about that day.
One day, an entire reality series will come and go without anyone blathering
on about the "journey" they have been on.
I CAN'T imagine a worse way to spend a week than to be stuck on a boat with George Hook and him blathering
on about the recession.
I AM sick to death of Wirral residents blathering
on about their new bins collection.
But 57 per cent of men admitted to blathering
non-stop compared with just 37 per cent of women.
Last week her nonsensical blathering
had Simon Cowell in stitches, so it's unlikely he'll keep a straight face tonight.
There are dozens of north-south and east-west tweaks, each with a costly quango of blathering
It'll be interesting to see how Gary Lineker manages to humour the blathering
idiot in the summer.
Especially as the dazed stranger is wearing a Rolling Stones bomber jacket over a fetching pair of blue pyjamas and keeps blathering
on about a Vatican plot to murder him because he had evidence that proves the Resurrection was a myth.