Breathe a sigh of relief, people. Although Marina may still be hanging out with the ynglingers in Beijing (not easy to say on a hangover), I am back, back, BACK from holiday. Like, yay!
And just in time for this momentous story about Jade Goody. Damn, that early morning Easyjet flight was worth it.
Anyway, as this column is known for its refined, sensitive taste, let me say from the off that news that Jade Goody has learned that she has cervical cancer while appearing on India's Big Brother is obviously very sad, a truly depressing development in a life that has apparently been created as a kind of mass whipping boy for all of the modern world's failings. After all, this is what happens to "racists", everyone: they get cancer. Truly, Big Brother is a moral world.
But in all honesty, it's hard to know what is the most upsetting aspect of this story: that she has cancer or that she was on India's Big Brother.
No, wait a minute, I think I got it: the fact that India HAS a Big Brother. God bless the spreading of western values, eh? How much joy it's brought to everyone.
Anyway, LiS is looking forward to the ITV "serious" "docu"-drama following Jade through her treatment, and sends its genuine best wishes for her speedy recovery (and that her agent didn't smudge his signature signing a contract with OK! and the News of the World promising them the first exclusive interviews about Jade and "my pain and need for privacy".)
