For VicsRub, life is like a pic ‘n’ mix. The kind without the sweets ’cause they make you fat, and the kind where one courts the photographers if one is in the mood/got sumfink to sell/is wearing a fancy frock from one’s very good pal Roberto Cavalli and the pout is suitably trouty, and doesn’t court the paps if one looks like a trout/is eating.
Oh ’cause camera-shy Victoria Beckham got the hump t’other day whilst shopping (what else?) at a mall in Century City, London’s glittering LA with two of her progeny, when a paparazzo (heaven forbid!) decided to take some pictures of the fame-whore. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, thought VicsRub. That is just. Not. On. Oh, and she was licking an ice-cream at the time, merely adding to the drama of the situation. ie. Ice-cream lickin’ ain’t a hot look.
So what happens right, la Posh calls mall security, gets ’em to chase said snap-happy miscreant ’cause they’ve obviously nothing better to do, our wee pap gets removed, and the digital shots he’s just taken of she-Becks confiscated. Spoilsport.