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

Entries by Charli Morgan

Waking Up to Insomnia

(9) Comments | Posted 16 June 2015 | (01:41)

As I write this, it is 6am in the morning on the second consecutive night that I have failed to acquaint myself with a pillow, duvet or the vaguest whiff of slumber.

After one sleepless night, you might naturally presume that I'd gratefully bellyflop onto the mattress and fill the...

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Ear Today, Gone Tomorrow

(0) Comments | Posted 11 March 2015 | (18:48)

For the past seven years, I've sported an ear that was indistinguishable from Thumbelina's vagina.

It felt vulgar and outrageous to have my genital-esque lobe on show, like having a tiny penis dangling from my chin or a bijou pair of chesticles heaving suggestively on the end of my...

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BATH Humbug! Part One

(0) Comments | Posted 17 December 2014 | (11:07)


This year, Christmas whizzed back so quickly that it had whiplash, streaming eyes and didn't have time to zip its flies or run a comb through its hair.

I should have been ready and poised, after all, supermarkets sprouted their first rash of...

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Halloween Sex Kittens Suck More Than a Vampire

(0) Comments | Posted 3 November 2013 | (19:23)

"Ah, Halloween. Finally, an opportunity to bare my balls and sprinkle glitter liberally over my penis," said no man, ever.

That's because Halloween isn't an annual celebration of genitalia, it's a pagan harvest festival rooted in the belief that on October 31st, the dead return to life and wreak havoc...

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The Shark Side of the 'Moon

(0) Comments | Posted 13 October 2013 | (21:34)


I am grimly accepting the fact that a Bloody Mary is no longer an acceptable breakfast, I must wear shoes and clothes again and won't find a dazed, melon-wedge grin on my chops whenever I look in the mirror.

No, I haven't recovered...

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The Land of Stilts and Honey(moon)

(0) Comments | Posted 13 October 2013 | (18:57)


I have first-hand experience of how cheesed-off Adam and Eve felt after they were booted from the Garden of Eden, because I too was forced to leave Bounty advert perfection in The Maldives - and I never so much as looked at a...

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A Toast to Plonk and Roman Plonkers

(0) Comments | Posted 1 October 2013 | (23:55)

I have never been one to underestimate the value of wine.

In years to come, museums will undoubtedly exhibit my liver - they won't need to preserve it, since painstaking years of pickling will have saved them the bother - as a testament to Mankind's love affair with the amber...

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Operation Don't Look Like Princess Fiona for Your Wedding

(0) Comments | Posted 28 September 2013 | (20:42)

Since my wedding photographer wasn't prepared to smother his lens in Vaseline, I needed to spruce the chuff out of myself ahead of the big day.

A year before the wedding, my hairdresser chum had agreed to tame my barnet into something which oozed "foxy wife" and I booked a...

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Hen Party II: The Really Wild Show (PG Rating)

(0) Comments | Posted 30 August 2013 | (20:25)

If you read my last post, you'll understand the need for two, separate hens - a PG version and one with a Triple X, Snuff Movie certificate.

My mum and impending mum-in-law would undoubtedly have opted for pins in their eyes, over our Berlin debauchery - which, funnily enough, is...

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An Open Apology to Germany - Ich Bin Ein Hen

(0) Comments | Posted 27 August 2013 | (01:06)


My Berlin hen weekend was the most terrifying thing to happen to Germany since World War II.

And that makes me as proud as a hen who has laid a particularly fine egg... none of my hens laid so much as an egg, although...

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Wedding Dresses: A Thinly Veiled Threat

(1) Comments | Posted 10 April 2013 | (01:00)

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

(2) Comments | Posted 6 April 2013 | (01:00)

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 14 December 2011 | (00:00)

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 | (23:00)

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

(0) Comments | Posted 22 September 2011 | (01:00)

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 | (01:00)

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.


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