nor do I do "celebrity" (apart from when it's a film starry person or someone from the televisual box) (see below). . .
however, I've just read a piece in today's G2 about going from SAINT to MUSE to GOLD-DIGGER to EVIL STEPMOTHER to SECOND WIFE to HYSTERIC to WHORE. . .
(that's too Grimm, isn't it? I wonder what the Grauniad columnist was read at childhood bed times?)
and, I can tell you that I am but one step removed (oh, ok, a hop, if you must be cruel) from this woman, as indeed I am from the lovely Diana to whom she's been compared. . .
(not the same step, oh no - I have led a varied life and have taken many varied steps)
so, since I don't do "gossip" (in public, anyhow) (have some great stories, which I'll tell you next time we meet up - ok!) I won't tell you about that, but I will tell you this: I understand hysteria
it's when your back is up against the wall and you think/feel you have no options
the trick, dear reader, is to realise there is no wall: there are no bricks, there is no glass; no fence, no hurdles even; nor a hedge, neither a shrubbery - not behind you and not in front
take a deep breath and just one baby-step, and you'll find there are no walls anywhere - apart from the ones you (needlessly) put up around yourself
and that's all I have to say about that
*saunters off whistling the tune to Forrest Gump*