*empties piggy bank; goes to one of them automatic copper counting machines in somewhere like Sainsberries; comes out with £1 and 37 pence*
T’seems that OGL‘s lawyers are fighting to stop a collection of her love letters and intimate *shock* photies being made public.
‘Cause we’ve never seen her flange before.
Said letters ‘n’ photies are betwixt herself and former boyf James Albright, with whom she had a two-year ‘ship in the nineties. He was her bodyguard, she the guarded super chanteuse. They became lov-errrrrs. That would make a good film.
‘It’s not all about sex,’ said a source at Marquee Capital, the investment firm specialising in Madonna memorabilia which is touting the letters/pics. ‘Some of the notes and letters talk of her world falling apart, others talk of her feeling really low and down.’
Oh-but-no, this all comes at rather a bad time ’cause them adoption people are about to spend a week chez Ciccone in London’s glittering Marylebone, to see if OGL and Guy are fit parents for the Baby David.
‘Cause obviously parents aren’t allowed to have had a history including things like previous lovers involving sex and real-life human emotions. That’s just not on. Just imagine, pop-pickers, if parents the world over were engaging in sexual acts and writing in grown-up writing about their insecurities and all that hoo-ha. Shocking. Slip the Baby David into a threadbare papoose immediately, ship him back to that poverty stricken hell-hole, and be content in the fact that you’ve done the BD a VERY BIG FAVOUR. INDEED.
It’s a sad, sad, situation, etc.
More of the above, here.