How easy-peasy must it be to judge Celebrity Dad Of The Year?
The “award”, just lifted by Peter Andre for the second year running, seems well-short on criteria.
Seems all you’ve got to be to qualify as a finalist is be a male celebrity, with a kid.
This year’s runners-up? Jonathan Ross and Elton John. Take my point?
To win it, though, you clearly must need to have gone that extra mile.
Been totally hands-on. Shown the limitless depths of your dedication.... To land yourself in more trashy women’s magazines than anyone else.
These rags, which I swear on my child’s life I only ever flick through when I’m at the hairdresser’s or stood in the check-out queue at Boots, are wall-to-wall Andre, a nice guy, but a total non-entity in the talent stakes.
How he managed to make it to fame the first time around, let alone the second, is beyond most.
He must have got a damned good agent in the divorce settlement, not to mention an incredibly hectic social life and, one presumes, a very amenable baby-sitter.
Therein lies the next award, perhaps - I’m A Celebrity’s Baby-sitter Of The Year.
At least it would go to someone hard-working.