Celebrity Letters - En senasjon!

Det er en glede å være først ute med å kunne formidle at Chris Martin og Gwyneth Paltrow venter sitt tredje barn. Jeg har fått tak i brev de to har sent hverandre, og det er tydelig at nummer tre er på vei, at de begge er musikalske og ikke minst at de begge er klink kokos (pluss at Chris Martin muligens har hørt en anelse for mye på James Blunt!) :

Dear Gwyneth

I love you, I love you, I love you,
I do.
It's only you.
And our kids, of course.
The two besides you,
and the one growing inside you.

I'm thirsty Gwyneth, I'm thirsty.
Thirsty for your love, of course
but also for a soft drink.
I'm bying a Snapple Kiwi Strawberry
a Snapple Kiwi Straberry.

I've got it Gwyneth, I've got it
It struck my mind, it feels so right
for Moses and Apple it will be a delight
I found a refreshing name for the kid
I hope you'll like it, 'cause I sure did,
Snapple Kiwi Strewberry.

It's corporate, sweet, colourful and exotic
Oh! Dear Gwyneth, give her that name
or else I will feel nothing but pain
give birth to Snapple Kiwi Strawberry
and then, I promise,
we can fix you.


Love from your Lover
(Chris Martin, your husband)


Dear Chris

I absolutely adored your wonderful idea.
I even made a little song for our beautiful, adorable and lovely baby. I think you'll know how to sing along quite fast, it's based on my favourite song you know:

Schni, Schna, Schnapple,
Snapple, Snapple, Snapple.

I made some short songs for our two other delightful kids as well Chris:

Eiii, Aiii, Apple.
Apple, Apple, Apple.

&

Miii, Moow, Moses,
Moses, Moses, Moses.

Isn't it wonderful Chris?
I'm so exited, and I just can't hide it,
and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I want you.
I want you.

Love from

Gwyneth, Apple, Moses & Snapple (Kiwi Strawberry)


Dear Gwyneth

Gwi, Gwa, Gwyneth,
Gwyneth, Gwyneth, Gwyneth.

I loved your songs dear, som I had to make the one above for you. I hope you like it, becuase I really think it describes your personality.

I can't wait to get back
to our place, to our place
before I cross lines I shouldn't cross,
and becomes lost.
Yeah.

And yeah, how long must I wait for you?
And yeah, how long must I wait to screw?
And yeah, how long must I pay for it?
And yeah, how long must you wait for it?
Oh, for it!


Love from you Loving Husband and Lover,

Chris Martin (the father of your children)