Review
���Chris and Gwyn Split���
This was the front page headline in The Sun yesterday, coincidentally the day I finished reading ���The Trouble with Celebrity��� and set down to pen this review. It was devastating news and I was unable to focus on the book I���d just read. I imagine most people in the free world felt the same. Indeed when I arrived at work and entered the canteen I was met by several dozen groundworkers, scaffolders, tower crane drivers and Romanian steel fixers, all looking at me in stunned silence. It���s no exaggeration to say that more than one tear landed in a plate of eggs, bacon, sausages, beans, mushrooms, black pudding, bubble & squeak, hash browns, chips and half a tomato.
All other concerns such as family worries, money worries, car worries, which of the Big 6 to choose, the impending war between Russia and Ukraine, where to go on holiday in the summer, and even West Ham���s chances of avoiding the drop pale into insignificance. Chris and Gwyn, I just can���t believe it.
We work on a large London development and share the site with two other Principal Contractors, so I estimate there are possibly 1000 blokes on site, all practically speechless in shock. I myself was absolutely floored. I even thought about suggesting we fly a black flag and close the site for day, because it was clear not much work would get done.
My wife phoned about ten o���clock with the simple question, ���Have you heard?���
I choked back a tear and was just able to assert a weak, ���Yes,��� before putting the phone down.
I���d intended to write a review appraising Charlie Bray���s book, adding something about the humour value of a good heartfelt and passionate rant about celebrities and the trivialities of their insignificant and meaningless lives, but I���m afraid my heart���s just not in it.
Glenn and Gwyn. Who would have thought it?
This was the front page headline in The Sun yesterday, coincidentally the day I finished reading ���The Trouble with Celebrity��� and set down to pen this review. It was devastating news and I was unable to focus on the book I���d just read. I imagine most people in the free world felt the same. Indeed when I arrived at work and entered the canteen I was met by several dozen groundworkers, scaffolders, tower crane drivers and Romanian steel fixers, all looking at me in stunned silence. It���s no exaggeration to say that more than one tear landed in a plate of eggs, bacon, sausages, beans, mushrooms, black pudding, bubble & squeak, hash browns, chips and half a tomato.
All other concerns such as family worries, money worries, car worries, which of the Big 6 to choose, the impending war between Russia and Ukraine, where to go on holiday in the summer, and even West Ham���s chances of avoiding the drop pale into insignificance. Chris and Gwyn, I just can���t believe it.
We work on a large London development and share the site with two other Principal Contractors, so I estimate there are possibly 1000 blokes on site, all practically speechless in shock. I myself was absolutely floored. I even thought about suggesting we fly a black flag and close the site for day, because it was clear not much work would get done.
My wife phoned about ten o���clock with the simple question, ���Have you heard?���
I choked back a tear and was just able to assert a weak, ���Yes,��� before putting the phone down.
I���d intended to write a review appraising Charlie Bray���s book, adding something about the humour value of a good heartfelt and passionate rant about celebrities and the trivialities of their insignificant and meaningless lives, but I���m afraid my heart���s just not in it.
Glenn and Gwyn. Who would have thought it?
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