First it was Mark Owen, and to be frank that was bad enough for one year.
Now it’s Ronan Keating – news that made a legion of women squirt tea through their nostrils in utter horror. Water coolers in offices up and down the country were working overtime as hoards of distressed ladies tried to make sense of the fact that two of pop’s squeakiest, cleanest, and ‘devoted’ men had well and truly screwed up.
Even those lucky enough to be in a relationship found themselves lying awake at night wondering what could be happening, taking swabs from their spouse’s shirts because that red wine stain just might be lipstick. And now Charlotte Church and her orange walnut of a fiance have split up, too. Is nobody safe?
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It’s happened to all of us. The best of us, the worst of us, and the even the ones sitting awkwardly in the middle.
And of course, poor fresh-faced Katie Holmes.
Bumping into the ex is utterly shite and always happens when you least expect it to. And why would it be any other way? You endured months of odd hot and cold behaviour before you realised he was an arse/had webbed feet/worshipped bronze guinea pigs (delete as applicable) so why make it easier now? It’s like a sniper waiting around the corner to shoot your brains out, and this sniper goes after celebrities too… even ones who used blindingly complex vocab as a teenager rather than simply mutter “meh” to every question posed by an adult.
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First it was Mark Owen, and to be frank that was bad enough for one year.
