One of the odd things that surrounds Cheryl Cole, is people’s propensity to note that she was working class. It is supposed to be a negative that she’s a chav who got lucky – like that’s a bad thing. It is unfortunate then, that she’s now indulging in a playgroup scrap with Simon Cowell, indeed reminiscent of a scally spitting at a dinner lady.
Apparently, the friendship they had is now over and dead. Which isn’t so good for her television career, which we know you all enjoyed.
So what’s the beef? Well, the Girls Alouder (do they still exist or are they simply in pop-limbo?) isn’t particularly chuffed that Cowell decided to talk to the press about her axe from X Factor USA, which saw the mogul saying that Chezza was ‘nervous’ and ‘uncomfortable’ on the show.
It would appear that Cowell had promised to keep his big mouth, filled with denture-white teeth, well and truly shut… which of course, he didn’t as he chattered on endlessly about Cole’s replacement, Nicole Scherzinger (which is irritating for people like us who like surnames that are easy to spell).
It appears that Cole told friends:
“If he thinks we are going to be friends he can forget it.”
“If Simon thinks he can claim it was a business arrangement that went wrong, he is insane. She wasn’t uncomfortable on the show. She was enjoying herself. No one complained at the time.”
Like a schoolyard quibble, it would appear that Cowell didn’t do the dirty deed himself, getting someone else to do it for him like the little jerk-off who starts a fight then sends in the big lumpen mate to actually start throwing the punches.
“Simon admits he got his top producer Richard Holloway to tell her she was off the US show – that’s because he was afraid to do it himself. Cheryl trusted him implicitly and she doesn’t do that with many people. He made a mockery of their friendship so now it’s dead in the water.”
But this is all bollocks isn’t it, stirring up interest for the American version of The X Factor, so what do we care?
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