Congratulations to young Chris Martin, the man I dubbed as giddy as a schoolgirl at the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame gig introducing Peter Gabriel. Maybe because he’d had his first Big Mac in a decade, I wondered, following his break up with wife Gwyneth Paltrow, certainly one of the most nauseatingly dumb actresses in the biz.
But maybe they were two peas in a pod. Here is Chris discussing with BBC Radio no longer a vegetarian: ” I’d only eat something that I think I could kill.” So I guess beef is out? Could he kill a cow? Maybe but a bull? NEVAAAAAH. Fish and chicken should be OK, the problem with chicken is probably less killing it and more catching it. I mean, those chicken can be fast on their feet.
Come to think of it… isn’t killing fish a little tricky. I went fishing twice and never caught a thing. Also, what about milk? If he can’t milk a goat can he still drink goat milk or, for that matter, what if he can’t milk a cow.
Are friends allowed to help, if martin and one of the nobodies decide to go hunting together and they kill a bear, well, what then? And how about weapons by the way? If Martin shoots a giraffe can he then eat it?
So this is what passes for enlightened thought in 2014, Maybe he should recouple with Paltrow. They deserve each other.
