“She's pretty.” came the voice that
stirred Tony from his sleep.
“Wha..?” he replied groggily.
“She's pretty.”
“Who?”
“The girl you were dancing with the
other day.” explained Alison.
“I did what?” remarked a bemused
Tony. “I don't dance!”
“Well either you are dancing or you
appear to be having some kind of seizure.” Alison smirked, showing
Tony the picture.
“Jesus. I was dancing. I don't
remember doing that.”
“With quite some energy it seems!”
Alison joked. “She is pretty though, isn't that the lady who was on
your show the other day?”
“Yeah. I bumped into her and her
friend Sam while I was out.” explained Tony. “We had a few
drinks, and apparently I also danced.”
“Well, don't go dancing with too many
pretty girls please. I want you for myself thank you!” Alison half
joked.
“Hahaha.” Tony chuckled nervously.
“Of course not.”
Alison gave him a kiss, and Tony sat
down to read the page of the newspaper that showed him and Abbie
dancing.
'Is TV Host Dating Hairdressing
Star?'
Tony raised his eyebrows and bit his
lip. These papers know how to turn anything into a half story. A
quick dance becomes a date, a coffee becomes a relationship, a
shopping trip becomes marriage. Apparently getting past middle age
was no longer a guarantee that the cameras would point in a different
direction.
It wasn't the first time that the
newspapers has printed false accusations against him.
Back in 1985, three years after he and
Judith has moved into their cottage home in Yorkshire, a particularly
distasteful article had appeared which linked Tony to the pop star
Beverley Griffiths. Despite him having only met her once, briefly
while on a night out with Judith, they saw it fit to paint him as a
cheat. Perhaps if they had even considered the feelings of those
involved he might still be with his first true love. Instead of
realising that they had chatted for five minutes while Judith had
gone to the ladies room, they presumed he was, by virtue of talking
to a member of the opposite sex, some kind of love rat.
Their complete disregard for the truth
led to a string of photos and articles that speculated about affairs
whenever Tony was seen with another woman for more than two minutes.
Eventually Judith was unable to take the strain of being seen to be
humiliated every fortnight in a national paper.
Tony was devastated. He had never so
much as contemplated cheating. While he was friends with some of the
ladies in question, he was friends and nothing more.
Tony thought about suing the papers,
but under legal advice decided not to. Essentially, the lawyer was
really interested until finding out which paper had printed the
story, at which point even the prospect of a big money national case
was not enough to sway him.
Essentially, the newspaper had been
entitled to secretly take pictures of him, make up rumours and lies,
repeat those lies and create new ones, break up his marriage.
From that day forward Tony had never
spoken to the newspaper in question ever again. He never said
anything against them publicly for fear they would try the trick
again, but he privately was looking forward to having a Sword of
Damocles moment sometime in the future.
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