Sunday 15/3/09: "Look, I cleared my plate"

Saw the jade goody, made for living tv wedding yesterday, and it was truly stomach churning. From all the hangers on bridesmaids moaning about their hair do's, to the flamboyant singing bishop, who threatened to cry himself at any time over his nauseating nuptuals, it sure was a tacky affair. Not bad I suppose if you're getting everything from the venue to the dress (and all in between) donated. She is sure milking her protracted death (which I agree with), but she is not the first person to get terminal cancer. She is on every magazine you see, and she was no oil painting even when she had hair! When I heard that she was getting her sons christened, so they could join their mummy on a cloud for all eternity playing hopscotch (or in her case, probably belching competitions), I just thought it was another feeble ploy to gain some column inches.

There are plenty more deserving people, that my heart would go out to, and I'm meeting a lot of them during my stay here in newbridge. The 35 year old who triumphantly uttered that sentence beside this blog date after her dinner, the severely intellectually disabled young woman right now up on the living room floor, surrounded by toys, and completely lost in her own world. That's where my feelings would lie, and not with jade goody and her long , extravagant and lucrative swan song.