THE PRICE IS WRONG - SEEING
RED OVER THE TABLOID PRESS
I spent nearly 20 years working for The Sun, Daily Mirror and Daily Star – but I rarely read Britain’s red-top rags these days.
It’s bad enough that they cost four times as much here in Spain as they do in the UK. But seeing the rants of a talentless ‘celebrity’ plastered all over the front pages day after day is enough to make me wish I was blind.
You know who I’m talking about – and I shudder to even mention her name. Every day without fail there is a new ‘‘story’’ about Katie Price and her latest husband/separation /lover/divorce/motoring conviction/attempt to pick her nose.
There’s no story at all really – it’s just publicity for publicity’s sake of someone whose only assets are a distorted set of surgically-adjusted boobs. As for her over made-up face, I sense a new Jacky Stallone or Donatella Versace in the making. (God, those two actually make me look pretty!),
Whilst I quite like Peter Andre – and he does have a decent voice (well, decentish!) - we all know his appearance on the reality show which led to his romance with the aforesaid Ms Price was orchestrated to revive his flagging singing career.
Rather than ‘I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here’ a more appropriate title for the show would have been ‘‘I Used To Be A Celebrity – Get Me In There!’’
OK, the romance that subsequently developed in the Australian jungle was a story of sorts. But how on earth did it develop into the current interminable TV and tabloid soap opera?
Have news values really sunk to an ebb where the day-to-day movements of a mouthy model heading for botoxville are more headline-worthy than events that change the world?
The tabloid press has gone crazy to the point that when Price and Andre inevitably split up, any man who moved in was destined to become a celebrity whether he liked it or not. As well as contracting foot-in-mouth disease from the irritation once known as Jordan.
Enter a transvestite cage fighter (anything for publicity) called Alex Reid, whose biggest claim to fame was that he was once a contestant on the Gladiators TV show. Cue an instant red-top revolution as the back bench eyed a new target to continue the obligatory promotion of Betty Big Boobs with the Thick Lips and Too Much Slap.
Anonymous Alex was suddenly Awesome Alex, albeit a multi-talentless addition to the growing volume of A-list nobodies.
Andre had Priced himself out of the picture (and conveniently into his own fly-on-the-wall series. But for his successor in the love-hate stakes, the ‘‘Reid all about it’’ headlines were more than enough reward for Alex’s self-sacrifice as Caring Katie’s new puppet.
I have long since stopped reading the titillating trivia, though it’s virtually impossible to avoid catching glimpses of headlines that highlight Price’s latest publicity-fuelled tirade.
I’m not sure whether the obsession with the lives of so-called celebrities is the fault of the media or just an example of the diminishing intellect of the UK public.
It’s not as if one needs any particular skill to become a celebrity. The fact is that in 21st century Britain, ANYONE can become one.
At times, it really is a case of the less talent the better – as portrayed by the late Jade Goody, whose only assets were her ignorance, big mouth and a Big Brother with the frightening ability to change people’s fortunes forever.
Looking at the seedy background the poor girl emerged from, it’s encouraging to think that someone like Goody can be turned at the drop of a switch into a celebrity with millions in the bank. But I find it uncomfortable that the media has the power to create instant celebrities – and then destroy them just as quickly.
There was a time when the essential ingredient to become a celebrity was talent. Whether you were an actor, singer, comedian, sports star, you name it, there was no way into the public eye unless you possessed genuine talent.
When I was a teenager, I had a friend in South Wales who spent years performing around the clubs in the hope of making it as a professional singer. In the end, Tommy Woodward made it bigtime as the one and only Tom Jones – because he had genuine talent.
Around the same time, one or two dodgy bands made the hit parade on the back of good management and sound effects. But generally it was a case of anonymity for life for most of us – including those with a lot more talent than the vast majority of reality show ‘celebrities’.
Had she been born 30 years earlier, Katie Price would no doubt have made a living as a model. No more than that.
But at least she wouldn’t have knocked the Bay of Pigs and Watergate off the front page of the Daily Mirror.