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Rat d’Amour

by | 2nd, August 2004

‘FROM Sven Goran Eriksson, we now make the unlikely leap to tell you about James Hewitt.

Jacques Hewitt, cad et bon vivant

Hewitt is the truest love rat of them all, the red-haired former cavalry officer who wooed our dear Diana and than basked in the post-coital glow.

But the Express says that he has had enough and plans to leave this fair land with its ‘dreadful pigs’ (police) and move to one more in tune with his outlook.

He’s going to live in France.

Just days after his arrest for possession of something that might or might not have been cocaine, Hewitt is making plans.

‘I hate this bloody country,’ said Hewitt in conversation with a journalist over dinner. ‘I’m gong to sell up and move abroad, buy a little cottage in France and get out of this damn place.

‘There’s nothing for me here. I just want to get out and be left alone, my life here is over.’

And, as the Mirror says, it might well have been over in America too had Hewitt decided on making his exit more permanent.

‘I stood on a balcony at a friend’s flat in New York a few months back and seriously considered throwing myself off. Would anyone care? I doubt it.’

We don’t know if anyone would have cared. The only way to really know is to try it and see – something that Hewitt seems reluctant to do.

So instead of the mystery of instant death, Hewitt’s opting for a slow one in France – unless he decides to mumble his cry for help in a Parisian tunnel…’

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