Brave Jade Goody Is Sobbing
“I’M IN pain but I won’t tell my boys,” says Jade Goody in the news of the World.
Better, perhaps, Jade’s little pork balls read it themselves, or learn it from one of their classmates whose mum or dad reads the NOTW.
As ever celebrity cancer-victim Jade Goody has an epithet. Having been, “Crack” Jade Goody, “BRAVE Jade Goody,” and “WEEPING Jade Goody”, she now appears as “SOBBING Jade Goody”.
Jade has enjoyed a type of fame for some years now but still the papers resist calling her “TROUBLED Jade Goody”. How she has tried to attain the ultimate qualifier, but it stubbornly remains the preserve of for A-listed like Britney Spears and Amy Winehouse.
Now “Brave Jade” is determined to shield Bobby, five, and Freddie, four, from the trauma of knowing how much their mum is suffering.
Can they read? Do they ask where mummy is?
Before going into the London’s Royal Marsden a week last Thursday after being diagnosed with cervical cancer, Jade simply told her sons: “Mummy has a bad stomach.”
One imagines that this is cover-all explainer for Jade, who very possibly had a bad stomach when she entered the Big Brother house (UK and India), when she went on her Indian pilgrimage and when she had one kebab too many…
September 21st, 2008 at 9:12 am
(Insert hookah joke of your choice here}
September 21st, 2008 at 10:12 am
Indeed…
September 21st, 2008 at 3:20 pm
I don’t think Jade can be TROUBLED until she shaves off all of her hair or stumbles around on television with drawn-on abdominal muscles. She has pined for her incarcerated man though, hasn’t she? Halfway there then, Jade…halfway there.
(I once walked past a hubbly-bubbly pipe of epic and beautiful proportions in the window of a second-hand shop. It had twelve pipes and a HUGE bowl at the top for ‘whatever’ you felt like smoking. That was in my unwasted youth though, before the ciggies and drugs. A wasted opportunity.)
[magnetite's liver-killing tip of the day is: Kopparberg pear cider and Kronenbourg blanc lager for a delicious but stability-destroying snakebite...add Glenkinchie Malt for that final nail in the coffin. hic!]