Charli Morgan
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Charli Morgan worked as a journalist and columnist at a veritable pick 'n' mix of publications, before co-founding The Cult PR www.thecultpr.co.uk a few years ago.

After valuable experience as official nipple-counter and penner of fruity interviews at gentlemen's magazine Ice, Charli first fully unleashed her quill at Bizarre Magazine, covering everything from weddings between midgets and giants to people who live their lives as Manga characters. She also enjoyed a bijou stint at The Sunday Telegraph Magazine, working on features including a groundbreaking expose about Saul Kent, the co-founder of the Life Extension Foundation, who cryo-preserved his own mother's head.
Charli also foisted herself upon The Sunday Times Magazine, as well as joining World Entertainment News Network (WENN) as Entertainment Editor, where previous WENN journo Amy Winehouse would spice up the perineum-clenchingly tiresome nightshifts by popping in for sugary tea, gossip and the occasional spliff.

But perhaps her most memorable totter down Fleet Street was on her own showbiz column, The Goss at the Daily Star, which she worked on for more than four years, covering all major showbiz events each year from the Oscars, BRIT Awards, BAFTAs, Cannes Film Festival, each music festival under the mud and everything in between.
During her time at the paper, she also regularly contributed to other publications under the Express Newspapers umbrella, including the Daily Express and OK! Magazine and was the launch presenter of OK! TV, reporting all of the backstage juice and interviewing celebrities on camera at the spiciest events.
Charli also gibbers and rants on 100 Best Chins and similar countdown shows as well as being professionally nosey and opinionated on talkSPORT, Sky News, GMTV and RTL among others.
And she's chuffed to the very core to have a Huffington Post-shaped outlet to mutter and whisper through, like a gin-soaked old nana.

Blog Entries by Charli Morgan

Wedding Dresses: A Thinly Veiled Threat

(1) Comments | Posted 10 April 2013 | (00:00)

My partner is fond of his knee caps and wasn't keen on being looked at like he'd head-butted a puppy, whenever friends got engaged. So he put a ring on it in New York and we're getting married in September.

I feared my newly-engaged status would send me into a...

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Orlando Hope and Glory

(3) Comments | Posted 6 April 2013 | (00:00)

Ah, Orlando... brimming with the American Dream. And judging by the cuddly Yanks surrounding me, most of them dream about cake.

Posters; impossibly friendly taxi drivers; Goofy; soft-focus adverts and super-sized Tater Tots packaging are all screaming at you to be what you want to be; do what you want...

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Mum's Gone to Iceland, Because It's Crap Over Here

(15) Comments | Posted 13 December 2011 | (23:00)

Icelandic Christmases stand out like a good deed in a naughty world and ever since I've returned from there, I'm droopy with the realisation that Blighty's is anaemic, commercial and sucky in comparison.

Over here, Stacey Solomon orders us to buy the other Iceland's prawn rings, with all the delicacy of...

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Tick-Tocked off by the Biological Clock

(1) Comments | Posted 31 October 2011 | (22:00)

I hate babies. They look like confused Michael Stipes, or the sort of things you'd hang in the back garden to scare away badgers.

They're expensive bags of crying flesh which expel bodily fluids, leave your stomach looking like a London tube map, drain your fun bags and bank...

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Little and Large are Both Losers

(1) Comments | Posted 22 September 2011 | (00:00)

London Fashion Week is coming to a close and the Size Zero debate reared its lollipop head with comforting predictability, as the models tottered out with arms that looked like they'd been drawn by a five-year-old and lips that were made for pouting and not eating.

But interestingly this year,...

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Grandad and the African St Francis

(13) Comments | Posted 6 September 2011 | (00:00)

My grandad, Donald Burt was a massive wow, with red wine, paint and stories bulging in his ample belly... along with heroic amounts of pickled onions and cheese.

He sadly passed away last year, but has left enough incredible tales to wear a quill down to a molten stem.

And...

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