One was reclining
elegantly on the leather sofa in Litten’s
– the oak panelled bar at Crusty Hall – perusing the interwebular, while Chu Me prepared a rather delightful gin at the bar.
By chance, one came across
an article by Jack White on the Closeronline site, which provided very little
interest but, nevertheless, one read the words within. The story related to the
relationship between Simon
when-I-walk-I-can’t-move-my-arms Cowell and Cheryl y’nailed-it Cole.
One must admit one’s
interest was poked, a smidgen, when one got past the rather poor grammar of the
article and discovered that ageing mogul had taken Cheryl out to dinner before “offering
her a chance to appear on the X Factor judge again”. Good Lord! It’s one thing
for her to appear on the judging panel but we don’t want to see her on top of
him, riding him like sweaty cowboy on prime time television!
Simon praised Cheryl’s
ability to stay in the public eye (while
the rest of a nation, one suspects, condemned and cursed her ability to do the very
same thing).
“She’s still in the papers
…”(so’s the piece of cod I bought from
the fish shop next to the Badger’s Snatch last Tuesday, dear) … “that’s the
interesting thing about her” …(like the cod, it’s probably the only interesting thing).
He also claims that,
having not been on our screen for three years if she so much as peels an
orange, she’s in the papers. (Now that is
just taking the pith!).
Anyhoo … Simon makes it
quite clear that their relationship is strong (should anyone out there be shallow enough to care)
Simon says, “We need each
other.” (Isn't it normally, “… put your
right hand on your head”?)
One must say that brings
one question into one’s own mind … “Yes, dear, but do we need either of you?”
One fears not.
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