> My first thought was 'Just what is the writer trying to tell us here?' and I don't have an answer.

Exactly what I thought about THIS article.

Is people-slagging-off-talentless-celebuhack now news worthy of The Reg?

America appears to have decided that it has its full quota of air-heads.

Just a shame it's taken them so long.

Well done though.

Is this the same Geldof responsible for a similarly vacuous piece of pointless drivel in the Guardian a while back where she 'discovers' MySpace (after everyone else is bored of it) and then goes on to talk about how her dog sharted on her carpet?

Peaches came from a can.

she was put there by a man

in a factory down town

If I had my little way,

I'd eat peaches every day

Sun-soakin' bulges in the shade

I mean, I sorta guessed that "Peaches" is feminine, but with the comparison to PH, should I be looking for the sex tape or what?

Yes, yes, yes.. so the writing isn't all that.. but this

"huge geek glasses, and a mass of red hair sticking out haphazardly from beneath an Amish-style hat"

is serious. It's all very well Peaches running through Times Square marvelling at its energy, or whatever it was she was marvelling at. She's a talentless celeb-sprog. That's her job. But clearly some local company is missing their unix sysadmin.

If her penchant for vintage boutique sourcing is going to start creating network outages then it's quite right that the Reg brings it to our attention.

WTF?

Who gives a shit what some celeb bimbo writes in a diary column in a minor rag mag?

How did this get past the editor?

I honestly didn't think it was that bad and liked it.

I'm guessing I'll need to book a long appointment with a shrink or a least least someone with literary standards.

AC and coat for obvious reasons.

...for she has been roused! ;¬)

So, talentless drone offspring of Geldoff write a vapid article... I have to admit, it's not exactly news is it? The response of the rag concerned is probably newsworthy though, if only so we can all have a giggle and it *is* in Bootnotes, n'est-ce pas?

"a girl who'd never be seen dead with a carrot-top sporting an Amish hat!"

Damn there go my chances.....

Bootnotes. need I say more?

"The sun glows a burned..."

That's "burnt". Burned oranges are black, cindery things; they take quite a hot fire, too.

"...orange as it sinks behind a skyscraper..."

How very fucking original. They have skyscrapers in NY? Who knew?

"...a car horn screeches irritably..."

Only in Edward Lear. Car horns don't screech. That's owuls.

"...the wind whistles through the acres of willows in Central Park: New York, the most offbeat and eccentric city in America, is my new home."

Prize there for the most inappropriate use of a colon, surely. [Hmmm, colon - Ed]. Is that "Central Park, New York." followed by a non-sequitur? Or did you mean to end the sentence after Park.

Stream of consciousness is all very well, but stream of semi-comatose doesn't work.

Actually when reading his rambling restaurant reviews I often find myself wondering what

his point is too, so he's well placed to assess a pointless waste of space.

>Well, yeah. It's not like this doesn't have an IT angle.

There's no IT Angle here, an on-line rag deletes some of the more offensive comments to

an article, doesn't make an IT story. I rarely get a comment on Hazel Blears in the Reg even with its light touch regulation.

Perhaps the IT angle is that you read it while standing ON YOUR FRIGGING HEAD?

FFS What next? Are we going to get the low down on J-Lo's facebook page?

Perhaps a thinly disguised article on Stella McCartney's jeans loosely based on what

someone said about them on-line, once, a while back, although no-one read it?

Words cannot convey my contempt for the utter vacuity of this article.

When readers find an article that has no point, is poorly written or something, we can now reference this one (meaning the original, not Lester's) .

May El Reg can add a new icon, to help Paris in her endeavors

R

but am now alarmed. There seems to be a correlation between being a brain-dead pseudo-celebrity and having a first initial of "P"

I don't think I like this trend.

Who the fuck is Peaches Geldof?

Ah, I see, she's that guy's daughter. Hm. Read that "article". I am delighted to see she seemingly knows who Jack Kerouac was but I guess good ol' Jack would rise from the grave and vomit stale booze and fifteen sandwiches all over her face once told he was part of her unwholesome drivel on shopping (he might like the overall cheapness of it all), ginger clownspants and her transy husband.

Why am I supposed to care about some spoiled underage brat again?

If they have a moderator... how on earth did those "Fail" images get into the comments. Not quite sure how "tubgirl.jpg" got onto the end of that thread....

..."traveled across America in a cramped, packed U-Haul and experienced parts of the U.S. not many people see unless they go off the beaten path. The days passed by in a haze of truck stops, fast food restaurants, and palm trees. "

Editorial note - If you see truck stops and fast food restaurants, that would be "the beaten path". Palm trees are path-agnostic, but if they were plastic (they were plastic.. weren't they?) then I would, again, go for "beaten path".

Aside from that, what I read was a startlingly frank piece that tells the story, better than anything I have ever read, of a vacuous pop-heiress's journey of non-discovery where the unfolding landscape of the American heartland repeatedly fails to challenge her preconceived world view and where her encounters with the inhabitants of this strange and terrifying new world completely fail to hold a mirror up to the shallowness and hypocrisy of her own life. Finally, unchanged and unrepentant, she she reaches the melting pot of New York and finds herself emerging from her cocoon to discover a pastiche of cola commercials and Paul Simon songs which, it turns out, is some sort of abscess on the backside of the city. She looks forward to her new life living, with her other horrifically beautiful parasitic friends, in a private paradise - a golden pond of Goldschläger, warm pus and delusion.

So yes. Almost exactly like Jack Kerouac.

I made the serious and emetic error of google-imaging her name. So that my fellow El Reg readers may be spared this horrific and unmanning experience, heed my warning: DO NOT TYPE 'PEACHES GELDOF' INTO GOOGLE IMAGES UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.

So, to answer ciaran's question - no.

To help dissuade everyone's curiosity, now that I've piqued it, and thereby preserve male sexuality: imagine, if you will, a pair of broomsticks dangling from the bottom of an upright hoover, with two more broomsticks hanging from the sides, a plaster-and-lipstick coated Sylvester Stallone mask perched on top for a face, and a dirty mop on that for hair. Can you spell "munter"?

Paris because *even* she is a paragon of beauty next to this chick... and El Reg, please, please in the name of all masculinity, do not ever provide a "Peaches" icon. You'll kill us all.

El Reg has a problem in hte editorial department.

The problem is Paris is begining to look respectable. Her "Paris for President" campaign in response to the loser McCain putdown was erudite, intellegent, stylish and very very funny.

Plus she appears to be adopting dear old blighty and, dammit, we are obliged be nice to her now.

Peaches can be the new Paris. No videos yet (give it time) , but there is absolutly no danger of her ever making an intelligent comment, no danger of us feeling sorry for her because grandad gave his billions away, and if she moves back to the old country well she was born here so we can carry on being rude and insensitive ( RossBranding?) about her.

Could you submit your comment to Nylon, you could get your own column. Or not. It may not fall within the bounds of their editorial policy of trivial style-centric emptiness.

I think as an ironic comment on the shifting nature of the ownership of intellectual property I'm just going to go ahead and post it to Nylon anyway.

But in a counter-ironic twist, I will credit you as "Anonymous Coward".

And they all laughed, and laughed, and laughed. And then stopped. Because it was time for a latte.

I thought it unfair to comment without reading the piece by Peaches. So I did. I wish I hadn't.

What does this facile little airhead think she has to say that's worth hearing? She's just another deluded offspring of a celebretard. More to blame are the fools at 'Nylon' magazine who passed this drivel to press.

But, as others have said, some of the comments are worth a read.

The IT Angle is found

"general consensus" = redundancy.

Do I get a prize for spotting IT?

would like to welcome our Peachy Nylon overlords.

I take issue with the contention that Peaches' career will be the shortest-lived in the history of journalism; I am reminded of a similarly empty piece that appeared on the Guardian's Comment is Free section a while back, written by the son of one of the newspaper's travel writers. Goeherty, or something along those lines. (checks)

Gogarty, Max Gogarty, that was his name. He's the second result if you Google for "guardian gap year", such is his infamy. He was about to go on his gap year, exploring exactly the same places that tens of thousands of other middle-class gap year students had explored before him, but the reader reaction was so hostile that there was never a follow-up, and Gogarty has vanished into obscurity. In contrast, I have no doubt that we will hear of Peaches Geldof again.

I think the lesson is that skinny jeans are the enemy of reason. Or would it be more accurate to say that skinny jeans are the enemies of reason, plural? Hmmm.

Spot on

Is this the first Twatramble?

Marvellous. Utterly marvellous. Thank you for that timely reminder (and obviously also respect is due to Alun Owen, Dick Lester, and the other four guys in this picture, can't quite remember their names, Liam, John, Noel, Paul? Whatever...).

Mind you, I'm not sure why the article made it onto El Reg in the first place, but now it's here...

I just visited the link to the article..

Rick Astley now plays in the background and the browser bar displays "Rick Roll'd".

hmm