Peaches Geldof meet Paula Yates
Watching Peaches Geldof with Ferne Cotton made me want to explore the tragic death of Paula Yates. I remember at the time feeling the tragedy of her loss, leaving four young girls without a mum. And right here I could explore the whys and wherefores of her ending, with the uncertainties of Hughie Green as her biological father plastered throughout the media and the suicide of Michael Hutchins all encompassed in an addictive personality which eventually lead to an accidental overdose of heroin.
Ferne Cotton’s interview with Peaches was not the correct arena to explore the loss of her mother at such a young age. Losing my mum at 17 was a young enough age, ten an impossibility to survive. I would imagine there are many unanswered questions Peaches has, hence her interest in Scientology. Answers of the unexplainable and I have searched periodically for an essence which fits my own spirituality – to make myself a better person. I didn’t like who I was and desperately wanted to grow. Now I know we must grow but grow slowly as my buddhist friend once told me.
I hated being 19 and I hated being 20. My mum had only been dead 2 years and I still hadn’t worked out what was going on. I envy Peaches as she appears to be a girl who knows what she wants. She has a love for writing and how lucky she is to know at such a young age. It wasn’t until I was 26 and had given birth that I realised my love for writing, my first short story, my experience of watching my mum die right before me. Something I will never forget.
And as Peaches mingles with the ruling elite her articles give us laymen’s an insight into a world beyond touch. Ferne Cotton becomes a peasant as Peaches is use to interviewing people like Vivienne Westwood and Justin Timberlake. And what do I get, mum’s in the playground and psychotic, schizo clients who even if I did interview, would ramble incoherently about buildings and all the demons in them. But then I realise they are actually talking about the houses of parliament and maybe they are not so incoherent.
I can’t help but feel a sense of relief that 2 colleagues of Professor Nutt have quit and knew it would only be a matter of time before someone stood up to the bullying tactics of politicians. I can’t help but get a sense of a totalitarian regime. As mass surveillence encompasses our every move I sense my corset getting tighter, eventually so I may not breath for myself and the government will need to provide me with a machine to do it for me. And as our state controlled BBC fragments life beyond recognition, with little for me or my family to relate to on BBC1 on a Sunday afternoon. Forcing me to the otherside, consuming myself in an X factor culture I so loath.
My female role model
And as the myth of Wonder Women is exposed I now realise that I’ll never escape the evils of man’s world and that I sit powerless with the keyboard at my fingertips. My lips have lost their shine, my mascara burried deep beneath the bags under my eyes as I strive for inclusion in such a fascist way of life. I’m not sure there’s anything great about Britain anymore.
I would love to know what Peaches would ask her mum given the opportunity. Or maybe she’s just not ready to go there yet, yet…
I’m so glad to not have been the only person to write something positive about the show/about Peaches in general. I get the impression that Paula’s death (and parts of her life) are things she still doesn’t want to deal with, but the process of actually becoming a Scientologist would have forced her to start to examine it. I still don’t and won’t ever agree with it as a religion, but if it helps, people shouldn’t be so quick to judge.