Peaches Geldof has really done it now. Just when you thought the overdose headlines would charge her into hiding, she married the guy she's been dating for a month. Father Bob has reportedly either 'given his full support' or is apoplectic. We can reckon which is closer to the sojourner Truth. But he's a saucy old soul, Sir Bob, and when he recovers from the shock, he should contemplate on the plus points of young love.
Growing up in Dublin, I was about Peaches's age when I first saw Bob on Ireland's illustrious Late Late show. He was everything Seventies Ireland was not - extortionate, iconoclastic, blasphemous. His honey for then-girlfriend Paula was overtly intimate; as a hormonal stripling surrounded by ubiquitous Catholic iconography, they embodied my fantasy life.
With use models such as them, no wonder Peaches, right, felt she had to go matchless better. Mater and pater might have eloped to Vegas, but she could quadruple their headlines: she's only known Maxwell Drummey for a month; her dumped boyfriend doesn't regular know he's been axed; she has a tattoo for this ex - a noose, which she claims 'symbolises me organism owned by him'. The gossip columnists are in a tailspin.
Yet as her parents defied their critics, (the Geldofs senior made it through to achieve a knighthood, sainthood and tierce children); so may Peaches and Maxwell. Bookies would probably non have granted Bob and Paula a lot better betting odds than they currently pass Peaches and Drummey - 12-1 the marriage testament be over in a month, 94 in a year. Maybe someone should buy them Relate sessions as a wedding giving.
Let's give the wretched pair a beacon of hope, stories of love surviving against the odds. There's Romeo and Juliet. OK, they died, but the whiteness of their relationship was never in doubt and it was society that rang their death ring. In famous person land, you find childhood sweethearts Mr and Mrs Jamie Oliver. They are so happy so many books and reality shows later, they almost gravel. Back in the real world, the longest married couple in Britain has outlasted our average life duo: this yr, Frank and Anita Milford celebrated their 80th wedding anniversary. He was 20, she was 19 when they vowed eternal devotion. 'Our advice to lester Willis Young couples would be to make meter for a little love story every day,' Frank says. 'We do everything together even after 80 years.' If Peaches and Max take paying attention, they english hawthorn just standpoint a chance.
It may be prudent to recall Britney and both her weddings, one a Vegas ceremony followed by annulment 48 hours later. The other couple mien a worrying resemblance is Amy and Blake. The analogy bidding cold comfort. However, Peaches was born into famous person and must be analysed accordingly. Celeb marriage old age are like dog days - each one survived should count as seven. Divorce surmise and margaret Court cases ar paymasters for the tabloids and rubbishy magazines. Right from the 'I do', couples ar plagued by paparazzi trenchant for the tell-tale signs of the missing ring (Madonna) to the increasing skinniness (Katie Holmes, Posh - both still hook up with at time of going to press). It's one big piece of celebrity calculus. How many 'civilian' relationships could survive such speculation?
The obduracy of young love may just rescue Peaches and Max. The sooner you hook up with a like-minded alpha, the faster you can establish something persistent, cocooned as one in ego-massaging blissfulness. Together, you can be stronger, shunning the drugs, promiscuity and hangers-on for family and career.
And if that doesn't win over, remember that great poet Donny Osmond: 'How tin I tell them this is not a puppy love?' Over to you, Peaches.
� Marie O'Riordan is editor of Marie Claire
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