Whilst eating in my local pub today I had the fortune of picking up someones discarded newspaper. As I read about the ongoing Russia/Georgian war and the Olympics I turned to page 33 and read ‘The Entertainment’ section.
There was a rather tedious two page article about Lindsay Lohan wearing leggings and how she has produced her own line in fashion and made the leggings ‘More popular than ever’. Whilst my heart bled for the poor journalist who had to write such gutter journalism my head was turned to the ‘And finally section’.
This section is usually reserved for the stories too tedious, those that are not worthy of gracing even a paragraph.
Amongst the sightings of minor Z list celebrities my heart sank when I read the final two lines.
“Finally Paul Newman an old actor has apparently gone home to die of cancer’
Fuck me with a blowpipe.
Don’t get me wrong whilst I really do not give two shits about Miss Lohan and her leggings surely the last weeks of such an iconic legend merits more than the piss poor effort above. Give him his own pull out magazine, his own four page spread.
Have we really sunk this low in remembering those who actually HAVE talent?
