You know you've been thinking about celebrities too much when you start to dream about them but when Paris Hilton enters you're slumber it makes you wonder if you should carry on. Last night I dreamt that I was at a party and met Paris and I liked her! Also I gave her my hamster. It was at that point that I realised I was dreaming because I am a responsible adult and would not of course entrust Rabid Hilton with any small animal.
To ease my tortured mind this morning I refreshed my memory of Paris's upcoming court cases. She is to appear in Court on the 17th January (which has been quickly dubbed 'Black Tuesday') to be sued by Zeta Graff fellow heir-head for claiming in the New York post that Graff attacked her and tried to steal her diamonds and also by Los Angeles promoter (did you ever hear a more spurious job title?) Brian Quintana, who has claimed that Rabid bad mouthed him and threatened his life and is now seeking a restraining order.
My favourite part of the story is the response of Hilton's spokesperson. Now lets set the scene. You're in an early 19th century English drawing room, surrounded by various characters from cleudo, the scene is lit by an oil lamp and scored with a raging thunderstorm. When asked to comment about you're clients involvement in a courtroom scandal you say:
"When all of the facts are revealed in this matter, they will show that the victim is, in fact, Paris Hilton." (This should ideally be followed by an atmospheric crack of thunder and a da da daaaa!)
Now that's some classy PR.