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I have a horrible feeling, in my water, that Jade's going to be rehabilitated celeb-wise in about three months time, if not sooner, so ... So let's just enjoy it in the meantime, I guess. Let's all pretend there's a small corner of the world where just lashing out at anything that doesn't meet with your immediate approval means you in some sense have to actually think about the consequences of your disgusting behviour, rather than going to, say, India with a TV crew in search of enlightenment.
I hope I'm wrong, but the script would write itself. Jade in Bombay airport; 'Fuck, man, this is bonkers! All these people ... they aren't wearing any fucking trousers! What's that all about!'; Jade dishing out Channel 4's cash to the crippled beggars on the street, especially the youngsters - 'I'm like you, I'm not posh, but if you work hard, like I sdid, yu'll make something of yourselves!'; Jade bathing in the Ganges, the holy river, at sunset, and attaining enlightenment. Followed by a comical coda in which the terminal fuckbag complains about the water; 'It's fucking dirty, innit? Can I go back to my hotel now, yeah? No, I want to go back to my hotel now, please ... Are you fucking starting? Do you know who I am!' etc, etc, etc. |
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