Wednesday, 25 February 2009


O LORD if there's one thing that gets the old rage-twitches going it's this modern-day obsession with the boring-as-hell, everyday minutiae of celebrities lives.

What kind of pathetic, voyeuristic proles are we becoming that every blink, sniff and fart of even the most undeserving celebrities is gobbled up with such increasing voracity. Are our own lives so hopelessly dull?

Take this excerpt from the RTE website for example regarding an "awkward run-in" between well-known mentalist Tom Cruise and his old flame, goddess Penelope Cruz.

Why, oh why, oh why is a perceived awkward moment between two unimportant people on the other side of the world considered news? Why do we care?

People are starving, suffering, fighting and dying the world over and yet, in all likelihood, the awkward hug was probably one of the most clicked-on stories on the RTE site.

For the love of Thatcher, an awkward hug between two bloody actors. I could barely bring myself to care if a dozen of my best friends announced that they were going to shack up under one roof to form a bizarre polygamous sect and I wasn't invited.


mapstew said...

Big breaths..... and..
Have another pancake.

Sully said...

I agree entirely - I was going to post something similar, but I don't know if I'd get away with posting 'Fuck off and die already, Jade Goody', which has been sitting in draft for some weeks now.

A quick note, Tom Cruise is not a Mentalist [an ancient performing art involving mental acuity, cold reading, warm reading, hot reading, principles of stage magic, and/or suggestion to present the illusion of mind reading, psychokinesis, extra-sensory perception, precognition, clairvoyance or mind control] - he is a fruitcake.