I will start by saying I do not wish cancer on anybody. It is a vile illness and causes grief to so many people. I know plenty who have been affected personally by it, I'm sure everyone else does.
Still, that matters little, because I'm probably going to hell anyway for laughing like a fucking drain at this comment on DK's Blog:
Jade Goody is a squat little troll and her death will raise the global IQ by a couple of points.
Shilpa Shetty is as hot as all fuck and I would gladly chuck one up her.
If you cannot see the difference, I must weep for your apparently dead heterosexuality, and and if you cannot see that a dead Jade Goody is a net gain for the human race, I must weep for your apparently dead common sense.
Still, it says a lot when not so long ago she was the country's hate figure and Jeremy Clarkson was lauded for describing her (quite accurately) as
a racist pig-faced waste of blood and organs.
As I said, I wouldn't wish cancer on anyone and feel a bit sorry for her. However, I'm really not sure I can cope with the constant coverage of one person with cancer (how many die each year, do you reckon) who really has done sweet fuck all to justify the attention, and God forbid, the Diana-esque outpouring of fake grief when she dies, from people who only a year ago thought she was utterly repulsive.
It took long enough to scrub this image from my mind after making the mistake of seeing that episode of Big Brother: