I am not an expert on the Wagatha Christie story. From what I can gather, Rebekah Vardy tried to sue Coleen Rooney for libel, or something, and has now lost. Both parties spent at least a million quid each on lawyers so on the face of it, everyone lost except the lawyers. Couldn’t the money have been better spent on something else?
I know literally nothing about Vardy and Rooney, other than the fact that they are married to footballers. Perhaps, I should know far more than I do but the truth is I am not particularly interested in celebrity tittle-tattle. I don’t buy a tabloid newspaper and when their names appear on the internet, my brain switches off. Am I the only one?
The term Wagatha Christie baffles me a bit. I am aware of the term WAG (wife and girlfriend) and dislike it intensely, reducing as it does the status of women to mere appendages. The Wagatha add-on makes little sense to me, but rather than investigate further, I leave it there. However, I am interested by how many people really do care about what I see as tedious trivia.
Surely if there was something to sort out, Vardy and Rooney could have got together at, say, a Costa or a pub that isn’t Wetherspoons? Or simply sent a message via messenger or What’s App, although given what the case was all about in the first place, maybe this is not such a good idea. When I had a minor fall out with an old friend recently – entirely my fault, by the way – we sorted things out during a chance meeting in a local supermarket. I did not require the services of a top barrister. I just said sorry, I was a prick and could we please move on; something like that. I literally saved us millions of pounds. But then, I didn’t have millions to squander in a court room: Vardy and Rooney did. (I am assuming they are rich in their own right and didn’t need to access their husbands’ bank accounts.) But no, this had to end up in court where the media could report in grim detail, not least about the size – or lack of size – of Peter Andre’s penis. And this last bit was on the BBC website where I was ‘researching’ this blog. I don’t even know where Andre fits into the life of Ms Vardy, but from what I gather it wasn’t very far.
The story attracts media interest because people want to read about it. People are fond of blaming the media for anything but let’s be honest: if no one was interested in Mr Andre’s penis, it wouldn’t appear in the news. Sorry – I didn’t intend for this blog to be about someone’s todger. Please look away now if you are offended. I certainly am.
The Guardian reports that Vardy’s reputation is now “in tatters”, like it wasn’t before (see the last paragraph). Vardy says she isn’t going to appeal which I suppose is something. But there are already books and newspaper columns in production which will keep the story bubbling over for people who like this sort of nonsense.
As we suggested, the women could have settled their differences over a bottle of Prosecco and made a multimillion pound donation to, say, some food banks who I’m sure would have ensured the money was better spent. Who advises these people? Lawyers, probably, because whoever wins in court, they always win.
