It’s
terribly sad when celebrity marriages break up isn’t it?
Not strictly speaking married myself,
I’ve never been as committed to a relationship as people whose lives make my
own better for their having very nice teeth. I mean to say, two kids and
fifteen years later and it’s not really a proper togetherness is it? So I have
to find hope in the lives of better people. More successful people, people who
admittedly don’t mind standing around an awful lot on a film set. My better
half doesn’t share in this. Not now that Johnny Depp had split up with long
time girlfriend Tintin - because he’s all sort of probably available after all
and when a girl was a goth as a teenager (and let’s be fair here, if anyone is
allowed to be a goth it’s teenage girls) then Depp is, if not a god, then at
least a bishop. Or a high priest. The sort of high priest that can turn into a
snake whilst passively watching gently swaying dancing-girl acolytes. Dancing
girl acolytes with crimped purple hair and heavy black eyeliner.
But Thulsa Depp wasn’t married
either, so he doesn’t count. And just to make a convenient link then really I’m
much more upset with the announcement that very-tall actress Katie Did is
seeking sole custody of her daughter Pepsi from lizard-king Tim Smiles. Already
the media is salivating over the details of their five year marriage, rubbing
their own scaly hands together at the revelations that will come out. Because
of course Tim Smiles is notoriously the leading-light in the Church of Hell.
Oh, it’s easy to point out the obvious flaw in the name, but the Church does
not use the word from the somewhat-somewhere place of flame and Family Fortune
but rather because the Church (as you must know) derives from the works of R.
J. Zelazny. In his work Damnation Alley the grisly prophet Hell Tanner (a
lizard) drove across a stormy America to deliver vaccine from California to
other, more wise-cracking lizards. Offered a full pardon the novel is not to be
confused with either Escape From New York or Judge Dredd’s first long running
story, The Cursed Earth. The Church of Hell forsees a time when the chosen ones
will be pretty much the classic anti-hero in a post-apocalyptic wilderness, in
a remarkably tight 150 odd pages of giant gilla-lizards and making it with
blousy biker girls. Who are also lizards. Of course for that to happen there
has to be an apocalypse. And therein lies the bored porn that allows conspiracy
theorists to reach for the Windolene ever near to the monitor.
So those of us who worship
celebrities that worship Hell Tanner are very sad right now.
And we’re going to blame you, persistently
and annoyingly wherever you show yourselves on the internet; because that’s
what it’s for. That and sneaky shots of Katie Did getting out of a taxi and
flashing her knickers to a prone paparazzi looking up from a drain.
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