From Telegraph columnist Jim White, an insight into how VIP-mania has taken hold of the next generation:
I was at a school recently, giving a talk to the sixth form. I asked the assembled youngsters which newspapers they read. Of the 150 present, no more than a dozen regularly took a broadsheet. So I asked them what they did read. One girl said Heat magazine, the bible of celebrity tittle-tattle. There was murmured assent, so I asked how many others read it. All but four or five hands went up. And what was it they liked about Heat? The pictures of celebrities looking rough, came back the giggled reply. This, incidentally, was not some bog standard comprehensive. It was one of the country's leading public schools. As my father used to say of me and my teenage chums: if this is the cream of the country, God help the skimmed milk.
All but four or five hands... What a depressing thought.
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