Some people just won’t stay dead.
Debra Bell of the one woman organisation Talking About Cannabis could have been left to drift into well deserved obscurity.
After a well publicised split with school teacher Mary Brett it was hoped that her incessant ego and dishonest diatribe might have quietened down. Alas it was not to be.
Debra finally got a book published, which is due for release next year. Desperate to wring every last penny from her son’s personal problems she’s been signed up by Hammersmith Press, a flaky operation who claim to be medical publishers but run a sideline in unscientific drivel. Which should suit Debra rather well.
Not content with that, but Debra is now offering consultations to families of problem drug users. For a mere hundred quid (you heard that right) you can have a “coaching, support and information session” from an untrained, unqualified posh woman.
What’s more, her son William is now looking to cash in as well. William Bell is offering telephone consultations, once again for a cool hundred quid.
Now I’d always felt a bit sorry for poor old William. Having his personal life splashed over the newspapers in furtherance of his mother’s desperate attempt to carve out a career for herself cannot have been pleasant.
But that sympathy has faded. Basically a kid who smoked a few spliffs (and the rest) charging vulnerable families a hundred quid for a fucking phone call is pure shysterism.
Which is why it’s time to reveal that William Bell is in fact Oliver Woodbridge. He’s got a facebook page and everything, where he lists his interests as “sleeping, smoking, singing, playin football, bein tall (an effort btw), sexing, hexing, vexing,”.
Here’s a picture of him, he’s the one on the left next to the bloke with a spliff in his hand.