Sunday, October 19, 2008

You Can’t Buy Class

I’ve just finished Madonna’s biography, as written by her estranged brother. I’m not particularly wowed by Madonna, but the opportunity to glean fascinating titbits about the megastar’s life got the better of me and I really enjoyed the read.

Now, I truly couldn’t care less about her impending divorce (‘ordinary’ people go though far worse each day without the luxury of her vast wealth to cushion their pain) but I did think that the comment from Guy Ritchie that going to bed with Madonna was like: “cuddling up to a piece of gristle” a bit rum. I mean, he probably has a point, but come on, do you really have to say it out loud? What a gent.

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