Thursday, 5 November 2009

Starsuckers...

We made em, surely we can break em too? Celebrities are nothing without celebration, so if we just take away the oxygen of publicity from their fame triangle, presumably they’ll just disappear in a fizz of smoke? Only, we don’t make them do we? It’s all the X-factor watching, Girls Aloud Eye Lash TM wearing idiots that make them; we can’t save the proles from themselves. What we need is a mole, someone on the inside. A Trojan horse to tear it all down. A mirror to shine the ridiculousness of the whole thing right back in its nasty little face and send it running for the hills. Step forward agent Starsuckers
, you have been awarded our top medal of honour. Amy Winehouse’s beehive set on fire? Sure, why not? Pixie Geldoff stuffs her bra with sweeties? Hey, I could believe that. Sarah Harding studies astro-physics? Hang on a minute...

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