Not a happy bunny.
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Even as Paris Hilton lurches between the Mind Body Spirit sections of LA bookshops, another young lady shows us the nepotism game doesn't have to end in doing something unspeakable to your cellmate in return for a cigarette.
According to reports, our own Peaches Geldof - my one-time G2 colleague, and daughter of Bob - has been linked with a presenting job on Big Brother's Big Mouth, one of the support shows feeding off C4's Bungalow of the Damned.
Alas, I cannot establish how firm any offer is because I am persona non grata with madam and her entourage. Recently, Peaches' publicist took the trouble to made it very clear to my superiors that I had greatly displeased the A-level student with something I had written elsewhere in this newspaper.
Naturally, I'd like to spread my reparations at her feet. I, being poor, have only holiday cover on this column to offer, or old essays about the theme of the inescapable past in The Mayor of Casterbridge ... but tread softly on them, Peaches. You know upon what you tread.
