According to daily proletarian rag The Sun, supermodel Cindy Crawford has demanded £7000 fees to appear at a Romanian fundraising benefit for children with Leukaemia.
The mole-spotted clothes horse has apparently great wads of cash to cover "travel and living costs for the trip, including paying for a jet to fly her to the European country and all her hotel bills".
The charity – Valente Umane – is hoping to raise £100,000 to help seriously ill children. Just think – if they’d agreed to give Crawford her pound of flesh, she would have been on a whopping seven-percent stake.
Of course, they haven’t agreed. They’ve rejected her like a Les Dennis marital partner. They’ve told her to stick her demands up her skinny arse. Maybe just in more civilised terms.
"I can’t believe her greed," fumed patron Ana Maria Tagoe, whose three-year-old boy is in dire need of a bone-marrow transplant. "£7000 would pay for transplants for four kids." Crawford – or one of her scurrying army of PR people – has yet to comment on the situation.
hecklerspray doesn’t need to highlight how – if this all turns out to be true – how thoroughly ashamed the ’90’s Face Of Anorexia-chic should be feeling. What we can highlight, however, is the utterly bizarre nature of the event.
Crawford was scheduled to perform an after-dinner speech. Now – call us a bunch of savage cynics – we’re having a tough old time trying to think just exactly what Cindy-baby would have to say for herself. Could she cobble together a fifteen-minute oration. Sure – "my hair looks nice, doesn’t it?" might be a good opener, but it’d downhill from thereon in.
There’s also a sense of a gauntlet being thrown down. Can any other celebrities match this greedy, self-obsessed, reality-detached behaviour? Who could possibly top this?
Jennifer Lopez? The ball’s in your court.
[story by C J Davies]