Fame

I read today that Peaches Geldof, nineteen-year-old daughter of Sir Bob, has got hitched to an aspiring American rock star. The papers are full of outrage, detailing yet again her erratic behaviour, petulant manner, alleged penchant for drugs, her other boyfriends, and, of course, the fact that she may be going down the same path as her tragic mother, Paula Yates, who died of a drug overdose eight years ago. Yada yada yada. They don't like her. They may be justified. Who knows? I don't.

The thing is, Peaches is just another teenage daughter of a former rock star. By dint of the fact she is bright, fairly pretty and well connected, she merits column inches. I'm sure most of the time she likes it. After all, it gets her work. But if the press think Ms Geldof is famous for being famous, there's a very simple solution. Don't write about her. Or any of the other non-entity celebrities who become famous the same way.

It's hardly rocket science, is it?