MORE SHAMELESS NAME-DROPPING
Just found out last night...
A little birdie who will have to remain nameless tells me that Chris Martin of bedwetting, failed chart-toppers Coldplay and his r/volting wife Gwyneth Paltrow were in Sherborne on thursday night for a private dinner with one of his old school-teachers, prior to his appearance at water-logged Worthy Farm. Martin is, of course, an ex-Public Schoolboy who boarded at one of Sherborne's loathsome Centres of Snoot Advancement.
(For those of you, who don't know: Sherborne is just across the Dorset border, a mere five miles from my subterranean volcano HQ in Yeovil, Somerset; easily w/in the targetting-capability of a short-range surface-to-twat missile; God, if only I'd known...the possiblities for mischief-making were nigh-on incalculable...)
The only gossip I can bring to this blog w/out getting sued is that Martin is "a lot nicer than you'd think..." and Paltrow is "very, very American." (Not entirely sure what that means.) Apparently, she declined to have a wander around Sherborne in the afternoon because she feared she might get mobbed (presumably, by barbour-and-tweed-wearing sixtysomething blue-rinses (Sherborne is the World Capital of Snoot, though God knows why; they're not that bloody rich...Yeovil Folk are considered to be shitty little educationally-subnormal proles by the good well-heeled Burghers of Daaaarsaaat; which, of course, we are...) ) ...yes, it appears that Gwinny is a tad bit paranoid about getting papped. Presumably, they stopped off at the Wiltshire hunting-bunker of her mates Madonna (call me 'Madge', I'm just a normal person like you...) and Guy "shit film-maker" Richie on the way down.
I hope no one's mobile-phone (sorry, cellular) went off and played "Crazy Frog" during dinner.