My favourite plastic couple. Very quiet on the gossip front these days. Which means he’s been keeping his pee pee exclusively inside the unroomy confines of his wife. But the good news has yet to come. I’m told David is getting increasingly frustrated because Victoria is paranoid about getting pregnant a 4th time. Seems she’s gotten it into her lollipop head that every time she’s carrying his baby he goes and cheats on her. Can’t say I blame her either. And that’s why she’s reluctant to pop out the precious Beckham heiress – an heiress to rival all heiresses. On the flip side, she also knows that the longer she denies him, the more likely it is for him to go find some action some place else anyway. And so poor Posh spends much of her time fretting about what to do.
Anyway, here’s Mother Beckham, thinner than ever, with Brooklyn and Romeo (he looks like a heartbreaker already doesn’t he?) at the airport the other day. Goddess only knows where they were going but the expression on Brooklyn’s face kills me. How very Joaquin Phoenix of him. Like, do you HAVE to take my picture???