M reportedly opened her heart to a posse of closes pals and hangers-on at her lovely Marylebone pad mere days ago, admitting, ‘I haven’t been this hated since I brought out my SEX book back in the early nineties. What have I done to deserve this?’
Apparently what she’s done is save a child from unimaginable poverty in Africa and introduce him to unimaginable privilege in the UK. Or America if she decides to move. Or both, owing to the magic of air travel.
Such is the level of her miffed-ness – not helped by the apparent rockiness of her and Guy’s marriage – that OGL just wants to up sticks and return to her native Yankly-Doodly-Doosville.
‘Madonna’s homesick for the States,’ says a pal of a pal of a pal of a friend. ‘It’s her home and she feels Guy should give it a shot. But he’s stubborn and says the kids should say in school in the UK so they have a solid base.’
Watch this space, etc. etc.
NB. While we’re on the matter, we thought your SEX period was your best, flower. J’adore!