So, originally Sinead O’Connor said that her 16 day marriage ended because of her husband’s disapproving friends and family and because she took him on a slight wild goose chase looking for marijuana, which she said “enormously wounded” and “badly affected” him.
Yesterday she told The Sun that it was also crack cocaine that had a major part in her separation from Barry Herridge,
“We ended up in a cab in some place that was quite dangerous. I wasn’t scared – but he’s a drugs counselor. What was I thinking?”
“Then I was handed a load of crack. Barry was very frightened – that kind of messed everything up a bit really.”
Really, Sinead? Your drug counselor husband who you hardly know and literally married minutes earlier was put off when you ended up with a bag of crack rocks in your hand? The nerve! Usually when you hear of a completely unknown person hooking up with a celeb your gold digger alert goes off. If he was digging for gold, which I doubt, then he found John Carpenter’s The Thing, Ridley Scott’s Alien and Tobe Hooper’s Leatherface instead…
A big filterless bag of scary ass shit with a bald head, angelic voice and Pope-arson tendencies. In other Sinead news, she is now back on Twitter but specifically wants no negativity from followers. “I do not request to be followed. Therefore it is illogical to accuse me of looking for attention.”
[Remember what the Bible says, he who is without sin, cast the first rock. And I shall smoketh it]