Final curtain

Jade Goody's funeral said a lot more about the sort of third rate nation we have become than about the unfortunate Big Brother celebrity who became famous just for being famous.

Who one earth takes their kids along on a Saturday morning to gawp at a funeral of someone you don't know and have never met? There just because they have seen Miss Goody on telly. Funerals are not exactly a day out the world most of us live in.

But then again who turns up in pink shell suits or equally garish track suits to take pictures at a funeral as if it is some sort of carnival parade heading off to a village fete?

There seemed to be little in the way of respect or sympathy for the main character in this sad tale just a lot of mock grief and even more worship of celebrity.