Dear Mr & Mrs Cole,
Look, I'll be honest with you. I couldn't give a fuck about your marriage split. That's your business. You're both very rich, very famous, very spoilt people. You are both decadent. Cheryl, your engagement ring alone cost £100,000 - and bought from the proceeds of a legal settlement with the lying News of the World. Don't deny it: you admitted it to Piers Morgan in GQ.
Brand Cole is worth cumulatively at least (but much more than) £30m. Now you are about to divorce. Here's a piece of advice.
Do something useful for a change and auction off all the bling associated with your union for the benefit of Haiti. Fight fight fight for life. Ashley, forget about your cock for one moment and think outside that sullen, self-absorbed nature of yours. You wanker. Cheryl, forget about your pain, your airport poses, your moody pouts (do you really want to be Posh The Sequel?), your silly planted tabloid tales and all the rest of the tabloid shit.
About 250,000 people lost their lives in the recent Haiti tragedy. About 2 million are homeless. Even your bling won't make much difference. But what an example it would set to the tabloid morons who envy your good fortune. Turn your pain into something useful.
Do it.
(Mega-PR Mark Borkowski's petition seeking to persuade Cheryl and Ashley to sling their bling for Haiti - click here.)
Madame Arcati
5 comments:
Your best post ever.
Duncan Fallowell
Fantastic stuff. A real sxurprise since Madame is more than happy to just pussy about in the twiligth zone. Are you and Mark B lovers?
Once black never back! Wonder who will be next to share Ms Cole/Tweedys favours? Way Aye.
Well done, Madame. I never really liked you much before. (Oh, I read you. I just didn't like you.) I must reevaluate.
Thank you. Hope for me yet.
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