Dear God, say it's not true. Just when David Gest, one of Memphis' few breathing celebs, hits the bigtime with the British megahit show, "I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here," he says he's leaving us. For London, of course, where the Brits now love him in ways we can't even imagine. It's a case of life imitating, well, stupid tabloid television: Gest is a celebrity, and he's getting out of here, at least he is if this report
Sigh. We may have seen the last of David at his usual lunch at Gus' Fried Chicken, or sucking down a cocktail at The Peabody. Alas, Davey, we hardly knew ye.
The big question, of course, is whether he'll take his Memphis maid, Vaginica Semen, with him.