Everybody Loves You When You’re Dead: Yet Another Celeb-braty Sob In
Your humble correspondent has to start this morning in somewhat Catholic vein & make a small confession – I have absolutely not a clue as to who on earth Heath Ledger was. In fact when I first half heard the news of his untimely demise on the wireless, I wasn’t convinced that the news presenter wasn’t in fact referring to some dusty tome in which was recorded just how much a former British Prime Minister had cost dear Albion by so treacherously selling the country down the river to the then EEC.
However, having done a little research late last night , it transpires that in his short life, Mr Ledger in between discovering the cure for cancer & single-handedly saving the rain forest, also helped little old ladies across the road.
Ok, so maybe he didn’t have time to assist said pensioners in between his legion of other worthy activities but he was clearly a man of some considerable substance (please forgive the poor pun) to have so many column inches devoted to him, upon his passing.
Despite having plaudits heaped at his now cold feet, it is a little surprising that the late Mr Ledger was to prove, in rather convincing & conclusive fashion that he whilst according to some, he possessed many talents, he clearly didn’t have the ability to handle his drink & drugs. Suddenly, all of those movie critics are harping on about what a tragedy this all is & I can’t help sitting here & thinking to myself, what a wuss.
Down in these yerrrrr parts where young men bench press tractor axles, even the tie-dye cad drop outs are made of sterner stuff. The dog on a string soap dodging refugees from the 60’s that hang around Stonehenge in between being continued to be fooled by crop circles, seem to thrive quite well on their preferred diet of Ketamine & magic mushrooms, all washed down with copious quantities of Lidel own brand cider. Mr Ledger wouldn’t have lasted five minutes in the Barge Inn, I can tell you.
Still, there is nothing like a dead troubadour to get the luvvies out, bedecked of designer sack cloth & ash, beating their augmented breasts. So dear readers, please forgive me if I don’t eulogise about the late Mr Ledger’s many & varied triumphs: I’m not ready for gay cowboy movies - I prefer my westerns to star the Duke, not a queen. As for the rest of it, I have absolutely quite what all the fuss has been about.
Comments
Of course the starfish troopers couldn't even get the queer cowboy movie right, since the two involved were supposed to be sheepherders.
Another dead talentless luvvie, pardon my lack of sorrow.
Posted by: Robert the Biker | February 7, 2008 8:14 AM
Excellent! One more Holly Wood Idiot of the Left crosses the river sticks. Now if only the rest would get the needle in the vein and follow suit, ah to dream.
Posted by: Larry Graham | February 7, 2008 8:34 AM
Still, he's no quitter and you've got to give him points for sheer persistence. He remains stubbornly and consistently dead to this day and will likely remain so. And is in good company; Lady Di, that blonde bubblehead from this side of the water (can't remember her name), Francisco Franco, that other blonde bubblehead from back in the sixties.. and a legion of others.. all dead. Despite the continuing press.
Posted by: lenf | February 7, 2008 5:43 PM
What gets right up my nose is that despite the steady stream of U.S. killed and seriously wounded personnel from Afghanistan and Iraq, some lightweight like Mr. Ledger or Britny Spears gets constant media attention in the place of some of the thousands of true heroes America has somehow managed to produce.
Posted by: MP | February 7, 2008 6:56 PM
Residing but a short distance from the scene of Mr Ledger's movie exploits, I can offer only what I overheard in a local eatery when the film was playing here: "Oh, hell! All them sheep herders is queer, aint no news to nobody..."
Posted by: Hughjimbissel | February 12, 2008 2:00 AM
Er... the Duke was a queen...
Posted by: Beth | September 23, 2008 10:08 AM