my innermost sanctum

slagged

i have never had a good opinion of models. IM not so HO, their social ranking in the food chain is just right above that of amoeba.

but to associate them with the likes of the amoeba is a right insult to that single-celled microbe. i mean, the latter is a living organism. whereas models - along with trolley dolly's, pop"stars", aspirant wannabe's, groupies, and the like - don't use much of their brains to see them through their miserable lives.

or there is a need to. nay, what passes for brains to these lifeform's is vacuum actually.

simply put, they are but a mighty waste of space. not to mention, taking up whatever's left of breatheable air.

the latest example of an attention-seeking slag is one that's just come out of the woodwork declaring herself as Beckham's another mistress. the slag in question is a malaysian-born model who got into the fray by telling the blue marble that she had a tryst with him whilst the latter visited the wee isle in the summer of 2001. on manyooooo's annual far east pilgrimage

whether this story is true or otherwise, it doesn't stop me from going, "eh?" when reading this baffling bit:

".. Her close friend and representative, Australian lawyer Michael Brereton, said: 'Sarah has thought long and hard before telling her story... Beckham is an idol to millions. His fans should know the truth.'.."

if he is a third-rate footballer, no one gives a shite as to how many birds he shagged behind his missus' back. but just because he's "an idol to millions." certainly not to me.

oh sorry, idol to millions of asian manyoooo fans.

all i can say is this Sarah person is really desperately seeking her 15 minutes of fame. regardless, allowing this thing - and her ilk - to trample the earth is the ultimatest crime against humanity.

one last word, and i can't help it here. this Sarah thing is bleh lookin'.