SIMON LE BON ON WINEHOUSE AND DOHERTY
THERE IS SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW
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Published on Thu 29 November 2007 by IanMcShane
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SIMON LE BON ON WINEHOUSE AND DOHERTY |
First on the Le Bon radar of wisdom was the nation's poet Pete Doherty, with whom Simon has a certain sympathy as they share roughly the same body shape.
"I really feel sorry for him because he's got himself into this situation where people are just waiting for him to die. That's really sad."
No it isn't, it's great! Ladbrokes took millions on when the last Pope would pop his clogs, and don't get me started on the nation's attitude to the late Queen Mother, whose every public appearance in her latter years prompted people to say "Ooh, she looks a bit peaky," before heading off to the bookies.
Simon's golden wisdom focuses mainly on Amy Winehouse, though it's a bit rich for him to be commenting on anyone's weight or appearance, and his utterances make him sound a bit like a perverted uncle.
"I'd like to sit her down, put some warm clothes on her, get her out of her blood-stained crap, give her a bath, put some food in her." Alright mate, calm down! You've already clothed her, taken those clothes off and slung her in a bath, now here comes the food. It's like '9 1/2 Weeks' with beehives and cocaine.
"She's too skinny. Even if she doesn't die of a drug overdose, she's going to die of malnutrition. That's what worries me.
"What happened to those fabulous tits?"
"I really feel sorry for him because he's got himself into this situation where people are just waiting for him to die. That's really sad."
No it isn't, it's great! Ladbrokes took millions on when the last Pope would pop his clogs, and don't get me started on the nation's attitude to the late Queen Mother, whose every public appearance in her latter years prompted people to say "Ooh, she looks a bit peaky," before heading off to the bookies.
Simon's golden wisdom focuses mainly on Amy Winehouse, though it's a bit rich for him to be commenting on anyone's weight or appearance, and his utterances make him sound a bit like a perverted uncle.
"I'd like to sit her down, put some warm clothes on her, get her out of her blood-stained crap, give her a bath, put some food in her." Alright mate, calm down! You've already clothed her, taken those clothes off and slung her in a bath, now here comes the food. It's like '9 1/2 Weeks' with beehives and cocaine.
"She's too skinny. Even if she doesn't die of a drug overdose, she's going to die of malnutrition. That's what worries me.
"What happened to those fabulous tits?"
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