More fuss about this divorce than bloody world war 2, of course if you've got millions, links to Atlantis and daughter with a wierd name you're bound to attract publicity. That's where me and Tina got it wrong with our 'Sarah', they're two a penny, well not so popular now,  too bloody ordinary. Tina said it sounded real and down to earth. Well I suppose she is really compared to these starlets, nothing surgically enhanced to speak of and the only thing hanging off her arm is likely to be an Asda carrier bag.
I see them all the back of the cab - they seem to think I'm invisble the things they get up to, a quick snort here a sniff there, even do their nails and stink the cab out.
I told Sarah straight when she hit 14; do what you bloody like outside this house, inside it you abide by my rules. (had to make some up quick didn't I)' skirt half-way up her backside and half a bottle of vodka peeping out of her bag. Didn't make my difference she was up the duff at 16 and living at home with Craig the beatbox impressario with another on the way at 17. 
Ask my opinion marriage isn't what it is cracked up to be but you do need to make a  bit of a bleeding effort, at least live in the same country for God's sake. Thirty years in Bermondsey hasn't done me and Tina any harm at least wandering home after a night at the Builder's Arms means I'm on auto-pilot. Tina goes on about drinking and driving but it doesn't count if your on home turf does it?
If they want my advice I'd give it another go, the grass may look greener but once you get close the dog shit still stinks.