guilty secrets #2

I quite like the Beckhams. Yes, the David and Victoria Beckhams. I think of them as dim-witted but well-intentioned. And I think David Beckham is a good role model for boys (well, less so post Rebecca Loos but hopefully little boys won't know about that, nor about her later exploits in porcine desemination).

I think they would like to be good people. Even if they are opulently and extravagantly wealthy. And their kids have stupid names. All this I am willing to forgive.

I don't like them enough to buy celebrity magazines. I'm not a loser. But I did watch them on Parky. And while we're being confessional and all, I also watched that party they held that Angus Deayton (amongst others) was at. And I watched a David Beckham hanging out with east end kids documentary (the kids loved him). And I watched last year's children in need thing where Victoria Beckham was sent to a rubbish dump in some deprived third world south american country and kept crying about the little girl she helped pick up rubbish with. It may have been two years ago. I have a keen memory for detail.

There, I've said it.