Fame is an addiction, a lifeline and a poison for the famous.
When you’re famous everything is possible and when everything is possible you want even more than is possible and you want more and more and more and you also simultaneously desperately want to escape it all.
And the people you mix with tend to also be trapped in the same headspace. And everybody takes advantage of each other.
The son Liam Payne had with Cheryl Cole is surely short odds to end up dead by 33. Imagine growing up and there being footage of your mother meeting your father for the first time when she was an adult and he was a 14 year old child and her clearly having her eye on him as he serenaded her and this footage being all over the INTERNET, never to be forgotten, especially because your father ended up jumping out a window in Buenos Aires and it was world news. And you’re called a ridiculous name because that’s what celebrities do.
Shane MacGowan drank through it. Brought his bottles of drink in a plastic bag at the start of the day to drink constantly throughout the day. Fell asleep on the bus, woke up and did the gig.
Did Cheryl Cole do anything wrong? Did Philip Schofield for that matter? Or Micheál O’Muircheartaigh?
What’s grooming?
Cheryl Cole started seeing Liam Payne when he was 22 or 23. Being nice to somebody who is a minor does not equal doing something wrong unless there’s a clear pattern and demonstration of underhand malign intent.
Seeing your father meet your mother on video when the father is 14 and the mother is 24 must be completely weird and gross though.
You’re not meant to see this stuff even if they were the same age. You don’t want to live in a real life Back To The Future.
Tattle really puts us to shame. That Harry Styles is getting an absolute slating from somebody over there because his tribute to his recently deceased former band-mate “fits in too well with his Instagram aesthetic” for their liking. They’d ate us alive over there.