Don’t laugh, but I bought OK! Magazine a few days ago. For shits and giggles, you understand. I couldn’t bring myself to read (if that’s the word) it until this evening, when I realised I should probably update this thing.
Several things hit me, but the most striking was Kerry Katona’s OK! Diary. Apparently, Kerry Katona is some kind of celebrity mogul. Apparently, to some people, her opinions are worth reading about. I know, I’m shocked too. I quote:
SHUNNED BY THE KITTENS
Atomic Kitten are reforming… It’s mad because I got a phone call from the manager asking if I wanted to be involved. I said yes, but then I never heard anything back so I don’t think they were into the idea.
Funny that. I wonder if she watches Fonejacker… I know I’ll be keeping an eye for a new series, anyway. Another gem:
WHO NEEDS PHONES?!
David Beckham has apparently bought Brooklyn an iPhone, which is totally ridiculous. Why does an eight-year-old boy need one? My girls haven’t got one yet – we’ve said that they can when they’re about 12. I’ve not even got one!
…yes, I’m totally sure that’s through choice. I bet she’d have hundreds couriered to her house on velvet cushions, should she develop the slightest inclination. After all, money is no object if you’re a Beckham or a Katona.
The fact is that getting Kerry Katona to “write” an opinion page about celebrities is about as apt as getting an apricot to write a book called “My Life As A Vegetable”. Mind you, you might suspect a trace of irony in the apricot autobiography. I have to admit, I always thought the Iceland adverts were made by Heron. It’s like employing Michael Jackson to advertise Baby Gap.