Peaches is a parent’s nightmare

Aug 17 2008 by Ken Oxley, Sunday Sun

AS a parent of two teenagers, I’m used to having the occasional unwelcome surprise sprung on me.

Like the time my eldest son had his hair dyed bright red . . . or when the youngest left me seriously peeved by dropping out of college.

But thanks to Peaches Geldof, these annoyances have been put well and truly into perspective.

Hair dyes fade. And you can go back to college which, thankfully, my son is about to do. But undoing a hasty marriage is slightly more problematic.

Peaches, 19, and her 23-year-old new hubby — an unknown musician called Max Drummey — only met four weeks ago.

For all we know they might live happily ever after . . . but I wouldn’t bet on it.

And I can certainly understand Sir Bob’s apparent fury over his daughter’s selfish behaviour.

The word in media circles is that Peaches is a petulant, arrogant, self-obsessed little madam.

Regardless of whether that’s true or not, she must have known her tacky Las Vegas wedding would get her all the attention she appears to crave.

But what was in it for Max Drummey?

Well, had you heard of his band Chester French before this week? I thought not . . .