I don't normally find anything related to celebrity gossip interesting at all.
I avoid the usual suspects (Heat magazine, any tabloid you care to mention), like the plague, and excuse myself from conversations my friends have where they discuss, 'who has shagged who', 'ooh, look what she's wearing!' and 'he's lost it now, but if he asked me out, I wouldn't say no'.
It's bad enough working in the entertainment industry, alongside 'famous' people all day and having to put up with their strops, ego-trips and high wages, so when I am grilled about the latest gossip on set by friends/aquaintances/strangers, I try to change the subject and move onto more interesting topics, like world peace and environmental awareness.
Mostly.
But when I read that our very own drug-addled, weekend-prison-sentenced ex-Libertines frontman Pete Doherty used to work as a food delivery-boy for Sashinka a few years ago, I just had to share the news.
Because it is fucking funny: supposedly he wasn't very good. And he nicked £20 off her. Some things never change...