Liz Jones and her instinctive feel for dividing opinion

Published by Emma Lee-Potter in on Monday 19th November 2012

Liz Jones sparks more controversy than any other journalist I can think of.

She’s infuriated virtually the whole of Exmoor with her excoriating columns about the unfriendliness and the cold and shops closing on Saturday afternoons and she hit the headlines again last week with a piece about the bloggers she met at the recent Mumsnet Blogfest. Just to give you a flavour, she wrote about being in “a tangled teepee of virtual knitters, spinning yarns so they can remain inside their cupcake-scented world.” Oh dear. And completely wrong.

But despite the brickbats that get thrown at her on a regular basis, she’s just been named Columnist of the Year at the British Society of Magazine Editors awards.

Announcing the award last week, BSME chairman Kitty Finstad said she’d been chosen “for her instinctive feel for personal narrative and for dividing opinion – as a good columnist should.”

The BSME are right, I reckon. Liz Jones maddens me more often than not, and I’m a bit sick of her writing about her cats, her horses and RS, her rock star boyfriend (despite all sorts of rumours no one has a clue who he is). But, and it’s a big but, I still turn to her column in the Mail on Sunday’s You magazine before I read the rest of the papers.

Actually, this week I felt a bit sorry for her. Writing in the main bit of the paper, she said she was feeling nostalgic for Exmoor just a week after selling her stunning house. She’s now moved back to London, but is missing the country already, the wildlife, the space and the peace and quiet.

I know how she feels. I love the city, but even now there are days when I yearn to be living in the middle of nowhere once more. It’s fantastic to be able to walk into Oxford to meet a friend for a coffee or to see the latest (brilliant) James Bond movie. But I still miss the autumn afternoons when we strode up Pendle Hill (above) and saw no one at all apart from the odd fell walker and countless sheep.

PS. Back in the days when Liz Jones was features editor of the Evening Standard, she asked me to write a freelance piece about living in France. I never met her (we only spoke on the phone) but she was easily one of the most charming, appreciative editors I’ve ever been commissioned by.

4 comments so far

  • Don’t know if you’d be missing Pendle Hill today – bit wet and windy up here! But would have been good to have you as a near-ish neighbour…

  • I used to feel that Liz Jones should spare us from every excrutiating detail of her life but I tend to agree with you and the BSME that a good columnist should divide opinion. I think she sometimes goes too far and I fear she will end up lonely and friendless

  • We all may end up lonely and friendless. Many old people do. It is a sad fact of life. Liz Jones gives opinion in her writing. That is what she is paid to do. Whether you agree with her or not is entirely up to you. However she has never descended into puerile, vindictive, personal abuse in the way that India Knight has in her Twitter feed. Twitter is a public forum, something that Ms Knight appears to forget instead using it as a verbal lavatory into which she spills her bile-ridden words.

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