She may be many things – a wanker, a parasite, a ligger, a rude bitch, a fatty, a skank, a Scientologist, a moron – but there’s one thing Peaches Geldof isn’t, and that’s a prostitute.
Oh, no! *checks notes* That’s no. Not a prostitute. No way, no how. And she has a big… sorry ‘big’ payout from the courts to prove it.
The story goes that some naughty newspaper suggested that Ms. Peaches was available for £5,000 for the night. Thereby suggesting that she would put out for £5,000. Thereby suggesting she took money for sex. In fact, she’ll take money for pretty much anything – walking into a nightclub, pretending to play some records, ‘writing’ a column – but she won’t take it for sex. Oh, no! *checks notes again* That’s definitely a no.
So, even though the newspaper in question said sorry, it was not enough for the fine, upstanding partying potato that is Peaches off-of Bob Geldof. She demanded – as she does tend to do – cash moneys. In cash. And money.
The outcome is that the newspaper had to pay her… £5,000!
In unrelated news, Irish Robinson is not a prostitute either. Nor is Doris Lessing. Nor is Princess Michael of Kent. Nor is Madame Cholet off-of the Wombles (though Madame Cholet has been known to give a hand shandy if you take her to the pictures).