We can now look forward to daily dispatches from the High Court while the lawyers further line their already bulging pockets over nothing more than a hurtful, bitchy spat
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Sometimes, in certain individuals’ cases, I reckon it would be quite handy not to have access to almost unlimited stashes of cash.
For instance, if Rebekah Vardy was plain old Beccy Smith, a mum with five kids and maybe a part-time office or local nursery school job, she wouldn’t have even been able to dream of the outrageously costly process of suing a former mate for libel in the High Court over a silly, but pretty nasty, playground-type spat.
She’d have fumed, been upset, hurt, and maybe asked for a sit-down meeting to sort it all out and put it to bed. Instead, Rebekah, a smart, ballsy lady, wife of Leicester City striker Jamie Vardy, now faces the unenviable prospect of appearing in court to accuse fellow WAG and former mate, Coleen Rooney, of libel.
Coleen claimed Rebekah’s Instagram account was to blame for a dastardly deed she described thus on her own account: “For a few years now someone I trusted to follow me on my personal Instagram account has been consistently informing The Sun newspaper of my private posts and stories”.
A nasty deed, indeed, and a claim which Vardy hotly denies. Surely, though, this is, at the end of the day, a spat between two former friends. Heated and unpleasant though it is, were it not for the fact that both parties have recourse to money to burn – albeit paired with the hurt to match it – this feud may well have eventually withered away on the vine.
Instead, we can now look forward to daily dispatches from the High Court while the lawyers further line their already bulging pockets over nothing more than a hurtful, bitchy spat, which, because it’s being played out in public, has rolled out of control and will blare out of newsstands, like a siren call across the country, and all in the run-up to Christmas.
Goodness knows how Ms Vardy’s going to focus on her upcoming Dancing On Ice stint.
But you can bet that it will cut no ice during proceedings in the High Court.
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