Seeing too much of Posh and Becks.
I read somewhere that David Beckham was given a standing ovation at the Royal Albert Hall this week when he accompanied his wife to some meaningless showbiz bash or other.
Why was that exactly? Were the people there merely applauding his new haircut or his brave choice of fashion accessory - no less than three crucifixes.
I thought he might at least have tried an outfit made out of sackcloth and ashes for his first appearance in the limelight - or maybe Dolce and Gabbana haven't got round to that yet.
No, Mr Beckham has now shot himself in his fantastically talented foot and would do well to lie low for a while - with or without his wife. I really did feel sorry for her as she posed, preened and pranced down the red carpet like a child performing at stage school while hanging on to her smug-looking husband's arm for dear life. Why couldn't she just behave like a normal person - or stay home?
Okay, so she is not a normal person. And there is much at stake right now for the Beckham brand. But most of us are sick of the sight of Posh and Becks. Surely they don't need a Max Clifford to pass on just two words of good advice. SHUT UP!
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|Publication:||The Journal (Newcastle, England)|
|Date:||Apr 24, 2004|
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