Poor old Leona. There she is in the middle of making herself and her old man multi-squillionaires. And there he is saying she’s away too much and she can sling her hook. Or somesuch.
It’s funny, ’cause last time we talked to LL and were asking stuff like ‘is this forever then?’ (having asked her last time round when we should expect the celebrity upgrade from civilian boyfriend to someone much more appropriate), she was very markedly ‘well, who can say?’ about the whole thing. Basic manners would seem to dictate you say, ‘Oh, yes of course. He is the only man in the world for’. At the least. The very least. Possibly even less than that.
In unconnected (well, we assume it’s unconnected: you know what these celebs are like for inter-breeding) news, Kelly Brook has split with Danny Cipriani off-of rugby. Both were seen out with other people at the weekend because those celebrity egos are much more fradge than the celebrity hearts, so a famous must be seen to be over it while most actual human beings would probably be staying in with a large-size bottle of Sainsberries’ own vodka, a crate of Slimline tonicses and some porn.
But the celebrity break-up we can endorse and whole-heartedly is that between our own Prince Harry (not strictly speaking a celeb but he does go down Boujis like every other fame whore in town) and that Pig in a Wig girlf of his. Apparently, she’s missing Africa.
Yeah, so are we.