Two years ago this week a story broke which shocked the world of showbiz and led to the biggest falling out since Simon and Garfunkel decided their personal troubled waters were unbridgeable. Sensing the hurt of the latest fall out I felt the need to commit a few words to my blog at the time, reflecting on the end of the bromance. So far as I know time hasn’t healed the rift…
Ah look at these two old mates. One’s a rather annoying little fellah with a rather shallow personality, squeaky voice, a magic wand, and a fluffy partner who struggles to talk coherently. And the other’s Sooty. Boom boom.
Sadly that friendship was tested yesterday with the news that the diminutive magician Paul Daniels was hospitalised after being hit in the face by a pizza flung by kiddies’ favourite Sooty. You couldn’t make it up could you? I’m not sure whether Paul intends to press charges for GBH (Giardiniera Bashes Head no doubt) but don’t you think, whatever the supposed injury, this is one story that he shouldn’t have sought to publicise. I mean how tough does this make him look? Getting his publicist to put out a release stating that he sought medical care after being attacked by a quatro stagioni flung by a glove puppet isn’t exactly the most glorious example of conspicuous bravery is it? I can’t see him appearing in the next New Year’s Honours list nor HRH awarding him the George medal for valour in the face of Sweep’s little friend.
What a Marguerita.