Tits, wags, paps and tax

It’s approximately a year since the nation and Katie price fell in love with Alex Reid. Katie took it one step further and married him in a secret ceremony in Las Vegas, no photos in Hello or OK magazine of the dress so we can only guess what colour he wore.

13 months down the line and tens of appearances on the red carpets of the world it’s sadly all over again for Katie, the final straw being when Alex sold some photos of him playing with one of her kids from her previous farce. The fact I am writing about this shows how hot this topic is, on the other hand it's the main reason for me dedicating an hour of my time to this subject as I endeavour to highlight all what I think is wrong with society today, contradictory? Maybe.

Are we teaching our kids to grow up with the ambitions of marrying a premiership footballer, or a glamour model? Or what about an alcohol and drug abusing pop star who we can love through a Perspex screen during jail visits. I could never date a famous person, I want to know and love a person in the privacy of our own minds, get to know her by spending quality time alone, not read about it in the daily red tops or the inevitable autobiography.

I don’t think it’s anyone else’s business whether they stay together or not, or the reasons why they are parting. Part of me feels Alex has got everything he desired out of this relationship, fame. I would love to believe that he truly believed he found his princess and planned to live happily ever after but as romantic as I am my rose tinted glasses are steamed up with anger and my intelligence is insulted for the last time where celebrity marriages are concerned.

It seems the vast chasm between the relative normality of my life and that place inhabited by those in ‘Celebritydom’ is growing with every flash of the paparazzi’s cameras.

In my school girls discussed their ambitions to obtain G.C.S.E.s and a place in university, now hopes and dreams seem to hinge on obtaining the qualification of WAG and getting wasted on Tequila slammers, hoisting their skirts up taking their knickers down and if they don’t manage to make it onto TV there is always youtube for that 15 minutes of shame that you will regret when you marry Frank Lampard or Wayne Rooney and you end up in The News of the world for your teenage exploits.

You will make a wonderful couple, a perfect match. No problem, you can hire a PR mogul such as Max Clifford, he can make an X Factor singers Grandmother seem an attractive proposition to the media as well as a dribbling Manchester United striker.

Maybe next time you’re walking through the turnstiles at Old Trafford after paying 25% tax on your £300 a week job you might like to bare in mind you are not only paying to watch these non achievers, you are actually paying an additional 23% tax that your heroes are avoiding because of a hole left in the law by idiotic politicians and exploited by your children’s prostitute shagging role models.

If only we could put as much time and effort into our own lives as we spend sticking our noses into others we could all realise our true potential, instead we waste time every day reading and in my case writing about people that only care about themselves and their own desire for fame and fortune.

Stop buying tabloid papers and starve the fame seekers of their craving for attention. Unfollow those celebrities on twitter that never reply, don’t feed their egos, non celebs are so much more interesting because they actually care what you say and they will talk back to you also and it won’t be about themselves. There is so much talent hidden within those people you know nothing about and they will help bring out yours also.

We all have a story to tell about the day a celebrity replied to a tweet, but we need to do something not many celebrities are capable of, look a little deeper, widen your search for entertainment and fulfilment, you will find more talent in people who have a far less famous name. Celebrities are not the same as us; the air they breathe to keep them alive is generated by the sight of their picture in the glossy magazine or tomorrow’s sushi and French fries paper, in the sound of the applause or the 30,000 daily tweets.

Two of the greatest sayings I have ever heard are “Don’t have heroes, be one” and “If you carry on doing what you’ve always done, you’ll always get what you’ve always got”.