Peaches

Peaches Geldof wrote an article for Guardian's Comment is Free the other day. Lot's of bloggers have already gone over this one so I won't comment, instead I want to share some of the comments others left for her: --- Dear Peaches, old fruit, May I ask whether it is the case that you currently live with your sister, your boyfried and your sandwich which looks like a dog? May I ask where your father is in all of this? He would do well to remember that charity begins at home. But back to your living arrangements: is this how the longer generation now lives? Or have I been temporarily sucked into a postmodern vortex not representative of wider Britain? Don't pay any attention to the windbags commenting above. It's envy - they didn't get too sleep with sandwiches when they were 18. Lots of love, mwah, mwah, Deepheat --- The Guardian - 1st for incisive cutting edge writing. Pah. An article on how teenagers blog about 3 years too late, written by someone who wants to be Britain's Paris Hilton. This is tabloid fodder stuff - Guardian. MUST DO BETTER. --- Dear The Guardian, Can I call you 'The'? I have some great ideas for some columns I was hoping to pitch. One is about the different types of wood smoke, another is about whether anyone actually *really* remembers the 80s. And a third is about a boy I know who jumped out of a tree. Please do not hesitate to get in touch should you require me to write these. Thanks. --- Talentless wannabes with famous last names being handed a sizeable chunk of public space though they have nothing to tell us other than that their dog shat on the carpet ... this *is* Victorian England all over again. --- Peaches: You will be pleased to know that I have just discovered that your dad did not actually say, as I had always thought, in his piece 'I don’t like Mondays': They can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to be sure, to be sure, oh, oh, oh,? But in fact he stated: They can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown, oh, oh, oh,? Result. --- I thought it was alright, more articles about celebrity dogs shitting on carpets please ---