Musical differences hit a sour note
Two duelling music icons have fallen out in a dispute over a house extension.
The problem with bad neighbours is like that of fearsome relatives. You don't choose them, but you're stuck with them. In some respects neighbours are worse you can't encourage them to make the trip to Switzerland. So I feel for Robbie Williams and Jimmy Page, neighbours who are, I learn, still sadly locked in a "bitter feud".
The dispute began when Williams, a now greying pop star, "submitted plans for a basement gym and pool at his £17m west London home five years ago", reports Victoria Ward in The Daily Telegraph.His neighbour, Page widely described as a "rock god", now 75 opposed the development because he feared it might damage his 1875 Grade I-listed mansion. As a result, Williams's plans were blocked twice. He was fined £4,670 in 2017 for breaching noise regulations.
Last month, Kensington and Chelsea councillors approved the third draft of Williams's plans, dependent on assurances "about monitoring vibration levels and ground movement". Page is likely to appeal.
A local resident complained Williams was, allegedly, up to his old tricks. It was claimed he was "so intent on further tormenting his neighbour" that he blasted out the music of Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd and Deep Purple rivals of Page's Led Zeppelin whenever he spotted Page venturing out into his garden. Williams "had also been seen imitating Led Zep frontman Robert Plant, strutting around in a long wig". Sadly, the "story" turned out to be a hoax.
It may all seem very bizarre, but when neighbours go to war, rationality flies out of the window, "defying intervention of either law or sanity", as Leo McKinstry says in the Daily Express.
Take the two ladies in Somerset who went to court after their neighbour spitefully decided to plant leylandii to block their view of Solsbury Hill, an ancient landmark. Or the couple who had to pay £200,000 in legal fees for installing a locked gate with a spike-topped cast-iron bar to cut their neighbours off from the gas and electricity meters.
A sad end for a rock rebellion
He had, let us not forget, "such an advanced sense of play over pragmatism that he walked away from the most money-spinning boy band of his era because he couldn't choke out one more ballad". Last summer he gave his audience the finger during a World Cup concert. Indeed, his entire career reads "like aquest for the wellspring of human ridiculousness, the tale of a kind of toddler conquistador, armour-plated by his own sense of self-parody".
Still, with our national psyche in a bad place, it feels appropriate to read about two once-carefree celebrities fighting over a basement swimming pool. We must hope it teaches us something about ourselves so we can emerge from the "bullsh*t" we're mired in. "The journey from unreflective mischief to dug-in interior decoration must be one of the saddest blind alleys of wealth. The only way to resolve this is for these two gentlemen to go on tour together."
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"More 40-plus women aregiving birth than teenagers and a new survey shows us merrily postponing marriage and childrenin favour of zooming around the world footloose and fancy-free," says Vanessa Feltz in the Daily Express. "Part of me wants to givethe when I was your age' speech. You know the one: When I was a mere stripling of 23, I had ahusband, a baby, a mortgage, stretch marks, a fitted kitchen, afull-time job and a raft of responsibilities'." Snowflakes hadn't been invented and helicopter mums and dads didn't exist. They just stumped up for the vol-au-vents at the wedding. But given the autonomy and financial independence it gave me, "I don't regret a single sensible minute of it".
"Good to see Meghan Markle embracing the high street and opting for a £25 maternity dress from H&M to go walkabout in during a charity visit last week," says Lorraine Kelly in The Sun. Later on, it was back to business as usual, and the cheap frock was traded in for an "eye-wateringly expensive" £3,400 Roland Mouret ball gown for a night out at the Royal Albert Hall.
"I don't think the Duchess of Sussex needs to spend such huge sums of money on clothes. With her class and elegance, she makes even the cheapest fashion items look like haute couture. I hope she continues to wear clothes we can all identify with, because where she shops, tens of thousands will follow in her wake." Meghan could well turn out to be the saviour the beleaguered British high street so desperately needs.