My husband is forever asking me who is so and so, even I don't know most of the time, just another gormless over pumped up, over paid idiot who has risen to fame for no particular reason tends to be my response. I only know of this woman because, subscribing to Amazon Prime, an excerpt of her programme came automatically flashing up a while back where she relayed with wide eyed wonder, these snippets "there so much going on in my life right now and I might be moving in with Tommy" oh wow that sounds like a load of totally facile bollocks whoever Tommy is what's unbelievable Prime have commissioned a series about her. It's the world we live in unfortunately.
My husband, having been up for an hour before he delivered me a beside coffee this morning having had the opportunity to scan the papers on line with these comments "Brooklyn Beckham's removed some tattoos relating to the family, Harry's got a bar of chocolate, some woman called Molly Mae's pregnant, who the hell is she? anyone would think there's nothing more important going on" goes off muttering "must subscribe to the Times on line so I can escape this rubbish" "yes you do that, you might swerve the Molly Maes, but the Beckhams will still be there, even the Guardian has written articles about them anyway stop getting on to the Mail on line you know you hate it!"
Like a moth to the flame though 