Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold

This little motto has been a favourite ever since I read it at the ripe old age of about 15. It was strangely the opening italicised quote (as he is prone to do) in Stephen King's short story Dolan's Cadillac, included in his fifth collection of short stories Nightmares and Dreamscapes - which is also home to the fabulous Shawshank Redemption (probably the only Stephen King story to translate to the big screen with much success). In Dolan's Cadillac, the protagonist waits 7 years before supping on his well-chilled dish of revenge.

This week, we have Jennifer Aniston appearing on the cover of Architectural Digest - about the only magazine Brad Pitt has ever admitted to reading on a regular, passionate basis. How timely, that she sits like the cat that got the designer cream, as Brad is apparently terribly unwell due to the strain of the apparent loss of Angelie Jolie as she sets out to find herself a President to marry (watch out, Michelle!) in order to cement herself as a Princess Diana/Carla Bruni-esque figure of combined fashion plate and serious global earthmother character.

Of course Bradley has probably gotten what he deserves - cheating on wifey is uber uncool. Yet we gossip page readers are just dying for the reunion of Brad and Jen (seriously - the subliminal message is full on! There is no Brad/Angelina story without on the same or next page a Jen story...!). If they reunited, he would surely be forgiven by we the reader public. He has a habit of making us love him - my view is his readiness to cry on screen with such authenticity, others claim it's his primal hotness... What do you think it is? Why do we forgive him and not Bill Clinton? Or is it because we can so easily blame Angelina? She would pretty much be the perfect woman if it weren't for her intriguing eccentricities - which enable us to dislike her for a multitude of reasons. My hairdresser claims "white witch".

If you were Brad, and you were wallowing, and your favourite digest showed up in your mailbox (assuming Ange didn't burn it the moment she set eyes on it) - would you think it was fate and give her a call? Or would you sink even deeper into "what have I done?" -like depression?