Pop goes the Schadenfreude
How things have changed since biblical times. Sigh. When the Good Samaritan was wandering down the road to Jericho and spotted a broken, beaten man on the ground, he stopped, cleaned him up and sent him on his way.
Fast forward 2000 years and the Samaritan has been replaced by a baying pack of paparazzi eager to snap each frame of the broken's man fall. I say man but of course I mean Babyshambles (and I mean shambles) frontman Pete Doherty, who has quickly becomes the tabloids' favourite walking disaster. David Walliams may keep their gossip columns steadily stocked with news of his latest new woman, but Doherty is a front-page feeder. And the paps gather round, like a morbid crowd at a public hanging.
The pasty-faced singer might be teetering on a knife's edge but the whiff of Schadenfreude is heady. We might have a brief moment of concern for staggering Pete, but what we are really thinking is: thank God that's not me. Or anyone I know.
And of course what we all want to know is whether Kate Moss will succumb to his pasty-faced ways. She's not exactly sitting at home every night with her needle point but she's not mainlining in an alleyway either. Her one salvation is that in the world of celebrity, where seven days are equivalent to seven human years, the relationship might die on its arse before the week's out.
Kate Moss
Fast forward 2000 years and the Samaritan has been replaced by a baying pack of paparazzi eager to snap each frame of the broken's man fall. I say man but of course I mean Babyshambles (and I mean shambles) frontman Pete Doherty, who has quickly becomes the tabloids' favourite walking disaster. David Walliams may keep their gossip columns steadily stocked with news of his latest new woman, but Doherty is a front-page feeder. And the paps gather round, like a morbid crowd at a public hanging.
The pasty-faced singer might be teetering on a knife's edge but the whiff of Schadenfreude is heady. We might have a brief moment of concern for staggering Pete, but what we are really thinking is: thank God that's not me. Or anyone I know.
And of course what we all want to know is whether Kate Moss will succumb to his pasty-faced ways. She's not exactly sitting at home every night with her needle point but she's not mainlining in an alleyway either. Her one salvation is that in the world of celebrity, where seven days are equivalent to seven human years, the relationship might die on its arse before the week's out.
Kate Moss
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