Last updated: 6:15 am
July 24, 2008
Posted: 3:46 am
July 24, 2008
SORRY to disappoint, but I've been kicked out of finer places.
YouTube divorce troll Tricia Walsh-Smith and her attack-poodle lawyer yesterday banned me from a press conference at the opulent Palace Hotel.
That's the thanks I get for giving this nightmare duo - a loopy, aging British Barbie with a potty mouth, and a lawyer who couldn't argue the contents of a cereal box - reams of free publicity.
But why?
You'll recall that Tricia, 52, this week spectacularly lost her divorce case against Shubert Organization President Philip Smith, 76.
This, after she posted a series of diabolically psychotic videos on YouTube, in which the Twiggy wannabe whined about how her husband refused to sleep with her. As if that were strange.
I'm sure I angered Tricia on Monday, when Philip Smith - still dapper and, dare I say, smoking hot - jokingly asked me to marry him.
"Are you available?" said Philip, when I asked if he'd wed again. I'm not, but don't tempt me.
Then, on Tuesday, Tricia's trained attack Chihuahua, Joseph McCaffery, a pony-tailed loser who hails from Aurora, Ill. - remember "Wayne's World"? - yelled at me outside Trish's soon-to-be-ex home. So I called him an "asshole."
I was holding back.
So there I was, banished to the hallway of The Palace, entertained by embarrassed staffers who could not have been lovelier. Even so, I could not avoid Tricia's voice booming though the press conference's door.
"My husband is a wealthy man. I gave him the best years of my life!"
After the presser, Tricia leaped into a stretch limo for a bye-bye ride.
Give it up, dearie. Nobody wants to listen to a meowling Brit.
