
I'm usually not one to judge celebrities' love lives (yeah right) but in the case of Cheryl Cole, I can't help myself. Cheryl is a gorgeous young woman, she hails from a tricky childhood, she is a grafter, and she's been in trouble for (apparently) slapping someone... Now, hopefully, she has put being a wally behind her... or not when it comes to husband Twashley Cole because if you believe everything in the Star (I do....
not ever read it) the bets are in that she is going to give him another shot. (Of freaking sedatives to dampen his libido one hopes.)
And actually, I've always kind of valued mothers who forgive cheating men for the sake of family, home and kids because women are capable of making such tremendous sacrifices, which often means having strength rather than being weak. And also, those philandering MPs and co. had probably been married a trillion years, someone got itchy feet, had an accident between the sheets and repented and regretted it. So I do believe that marriage is for life and understand that fidelity for life might be difficult. I've never (
really) wanted to marry anyone I've been with so far, because I knew I wouldn't commit to the 'life' business of it. OK, I had silly dreams, like the one about the Toga character in my book, though in my defence I was in my twenties and a bit of a fantasist. Now I'm a grown-up, I'm a bit more sensible about things like...
Anyways... Cheryl
love, what is your excuse? You have no one to protect here but yourself. Thank the Lord you didn't have babies with the donkey. You married young, big mistake. You are a successful, rich, beautiful independent woman and your career is on the up - at least it was. If you tried hard enough, you could become a role model for young women (providing they don't look into your brawling past) but, and I'm sorry to say it - those millions you have sitting in the bank, the peachy glow you smile upon contestants, the nice frocks - it comes with a price, Hunny. That price is, to quote Spiderman, a fabulous philosopher and similarly hot in tights: 'With great power comes great responsibility.'
Cheryl has no excuse, if she reunites with Twashley the world will be topsy because she will be setting such a low benchmark to other women: She may as well stand in Hyde Park and command that women can aim to have it all, but feel so worthless about it that they deserve to be treated like shit.
What kind of famous prat would be so idiotic as to send pictures of himself in his boxer shorts, when his wife is one of the most idolised women in the county? A Twashley that's who. There could be a host of shows off the back of this: You've Been Twashlied, The Stupidest Twashley in Britain, The Twashley Factor.
Twashley has shown himself to be the kind of weeble that blames others for his actions. He tells people to fuck off because his life has been ruined. What he should have said was: 'I am a prize twat for wrecking my marriage. I hereby change my name to Twashley.'
Cheryl sweetheart, you are worth so much - why then do you value yourself so little?