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?