So, Guy Ritchie, what is it that still attracts you to the muscular multi-millionaire superstar Madonna, with whom you have made a family and bought several homes and a pub?
Well, says Guy, it's her amazing mind:
I believe my wife to be very creative. I'm interested in how she thinks and there seems to be no end to the desire to be creative; I find that invigorating and interesting.
"Creative" is, perhaps, a fair description. But this wobbling around finding her "interesting" just doesn't cut it. Watch out, Guy - where's the enthusiasm? Where's the passion? Where's the finding her SEXY (or SCARY) which, surely, is what all those gym sessions are meant to make you think?. And then it gets worse...
You know you have conversations, some deep, some shallow. That's the same in everybody's relationship.
Oh to be a fly on the wall for the shallow ones. The deep ones, on this evidence, I think I can do without.
Ritchie has broken his silence about his marriage, which was - you may remember - reportedly in trouble recently, to promote his new film. Which is kind of cute, don't you think? Having spent a lot of time imploring the world to believe that the whole thing isn't just a careerist publicity stunt, when there's something to promote and the headlines just come tumbling out. I'm almost wishing he'd done something a little more dramatic to attract attention, like nailing himself to a cross in an imitation of Christ. Or whatever.
