Thursday, February 08, 2007
Can't get you out of my head, but at least your stuff is out of my house
Dear Marc, I know you're busy but I'm sure you've heard that Kylie has now dumped The Frenchman?
Her friends stand by her and tell the mags that she's promptly FedExed all his stuff to Los Angeles.
"What has gone back includes an antique pair of diamond earrings and a friendship ring he gave her.
"Also couriered were all of his clothes and personal belongings, including two leather jackets by Claude Montana, cashmere jumpers and Hermes shoes, five Dunhill shirts, six pairs of Giorgio Armani jeans, his aftershave, moisturiser, all the books and records and CDs they bought together in flea markets in Paris while Kylie was in recovery and other things like film scripts he left behind."
I don't know about you, Marc, but this makes me suspicious. Would a friend name the stuff like that? Is Kylie making friends with the FedEx people?
When my friends dump their boyfriends and I talk to the press, I say "his junk is where it should be, on it's way to him". Never have I stooped to count the number of Dunhills in the container.
Have I missed something?
Kylie reigns supreme.
We love you Kylie. The only thing I hate is that the Kylie exhibition seems to be fully booked before it's even opened.
I'm tracking a container, rumoured to hold friendship rings and Olivier Martinez underwear.