I’m sat in the lounge of the Base Backpackers in Sydney and someone’s got the TV locked on the E! channel. And it’s showing a huge overlong over-emotional special on the funeral of some blonde bimbo with huge tits who died of a drug overdose.
Basically it seems like an excuse for a load of people to go on about how well they knew her and how much they miss her and how it’s all so unfair and… and… and…
Bollocks. Full marks to her for seeing an easy way to a quick buck (marry a guy who’s about to die) but let’s face it – she was just some blonde chick with artificial knockers. How come famous scientists don’t get this kind of treatment when the cark it? You know, people who’ve actually achieved something, or done something which makes a difference to the whole world? Instead, everyone seems more interested in what colour velvet drapes were used in the funeral or whether ANS’s casket was open or closed.
Well, I suppose she’s just continuing what she was doing when she was still alove – being famous for being famous.