Flack: Flack's Week

There's nothing Flack likes more than edible (or drinkable) treats donated by its adoring readership. But Sunday Express hack David Stephenson might be forgiven for feeling the motive behind his own gastric gift was not entirely genuine.

After penning a story on the BBC's flamboyant spending on biscuits, a 59p packet of custard creams was sent to the Express courtesy of the BBC PR team. Sensing a similarity to a two-week-old Sun story, the BBC's head of media relations Paul Mylrea sent a note with the biscuits. 'Never let it be said that we don't recognise original journalism,' he wrote. 'We clubbed together to buy them, no expenses used' ...

The events in Libya almost took on a strange new twist on Monday when during a press conference given by the Libyan deputy foreign minister Khaled Kaim, an interpreter misunderstood his words. The entire conflict seemed to be heading in a new direction after the minister urged the West not to become 'love-mongers'. After an incredulous stare from the official, the interpreter quickly corrected himself: 'Sorry, hate-mongers' ...

Finally, discretion proved the better part of valour for Eulogy staffers enjoying cocktails with Flack at Shoreditch House. The brazen bunch were heard planning a late-night swim in the outside pool. Sadly, the balmy March weather wasn't quite so tropical in the early hours of the morning, leading to a sheepish backtrack.

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