Cheryl Cole, the media's sweetheart and therefore the nation's, is to divorce her wayward husband Ashley for his "unreasonable behaviour". With every female columnist in the country demanding she dispose of him, the pending divorce appears to be a proclamation of a vengeful sisterhood, rather than a private sad end to a marriage.
Every since Princess Diana died, the media has been searching for someone to replace her on the front pages and has never quite succeeded. Victoria Beckham and Kylie worked hard to be worthy contenders, but the likes of the trashy Jordon and Kerry Katona, may have got the front pages, but the affections of only a particular section of the population.
So Chery has been chosen and is reaping the benefits of an amazingly kind media....for now. But watching the recent Boy George docu-play, I was reminded how he was once the golden child of the press, until it grew bored and then went all out, maybe not to destroy him, but to make sure his bad behaviour was fully-exposed to public scrutiny.
If Cheryl is replacing anyone in the nation's affections it is Kylie Minogue, who hypnotised us all with those pants and clever videos. Alas, she is now too old for the former and unfortunately her music and videos have become rather samey and stale. She kind of spoiled it for me when she choose Kermit over Jason Donovan for a duet on her TV show, at a time when his career was in the doldrums.
Cheryl Cole has been a breath of fresh air, bringing style and humour to our television screens and the media will continue to embrace her, until someone else comes along.
As for Ashley, well, to every straight man in the country he had it all, until he produced his mobile and stroked his ego. But that doesn't make him a bad footballer.