Isn't the British public's sheer level of cynicism towards Peaches Geldof sickening? First she brushed off her apparent drug overdose with the words "creative people can be allowed to make mistakes" and the country snorted in derision, as if this statement was stinkingly redolent of a gormless and spectacularly deluded sense of entitlement, rather than being the perfectly adequate explanation it so evidently is. Now bookies are taking bets on how long her marriage to Chester French drummer Max Drummey will last - 12/1 on it ending within a month at time of going to press.
People, people, why the scepticism? Anyone would think there was something odd about marrying someone you've known for four weeks, then issuing a press statement about the event that starts out telling the world you've "tied the knot in a simple ceremony" before unexpectedly turning into a kind of weird press release for Chester French: "The acclaimed new Boston band were signed by Pharrell Williams to his label Star Trak, a subsidiary of the giant Interscope Label."
They're young, they're crazy in love and they've got a soppy but heartfelt message for the world direct from the eye of the disorienting hurricane that is their romance. And that message is: Chester French's debut album will be available in all good record shops next month, tour dates to follow.
