That Geri Halliwell, she’s a big star, you know. Singing and dancing and all that. But you know what they say, even stars need someone to watch their back. That’s where the bodyguard comes in. Big, strong fella, keep her safe. Heard she don’t follow them Beckhams no more on that there Instagram. What’s that all about?
This Geri Halliwell bodyguard, he’s gotta be tough. Gotta keep the crazy fans away, you see. She’s got that husband, that Christian Horner fella, he’s in them race cars, or somethin’. Fast cars and all that. Heard she defended him about somethin’, caused a big stink. They got a big house up in London, I hear. All white, like a wedding cake.
She used to be in that Spice Girls, yeah, that’s the one. They sang that “Wannabe” song. My granddaughter used to sing it all the time. Drove me up the wall. But that Geri Halliwell, she was always my favorite. Ginger Spice, they called her. All that red hair. She wrote a book, too, that Rosie Frost one. About a girl, orphan girl. Sounds sad.
- Ginger Spice, that’s Geri.
- She’s got a bodyguard.
- Husband’s in them race cars.
- Big house, all white.
- Wrote a book, sad one.
Now, this bodyguard, he’s gotta be with her all the time. When she’s out shopping, when she’s going to them fancy parties, even when she’s just at home. Heard some other woman was talking to her husband, too. Caused a right ruckus, I reckon. He’s gotta keep an eye out for trouble. Keep the bad folks away. It’s a tough job, being a bodyguard. Especially for someone famous like Geri Halliwell.
She was on that Fallon show, the one on the TV. Talking and laughing, she was. Seems happy enough, but you never know what’s going on behind closed doors, do you? That’s why she needs that bodyguard. Someone she can trust. That’s important, trust. Especially when you’re in the public eye, like she is.
Heard they were gonna do a reunion, them Spice Girls. Get back together, sing them old songs. But then Geri, she said no. Something about that Mel B, Scary Spice, they call her. She’s a handful, that one. Always was.
This whole all-white thing she’s doing, clothes and house and all, folks say it’s for a “fresh start.” After all that business with her husband, I reckon. She’s from Watford, you know, not too far from here. Made good, that one. She’s a tough cookie, Geri Halliwell. Always has been. She was always my favorite Spice Girl. She’s always in the news, though. Unfollowed that Victoria Beckham and her family. Then followed ’em again. What’s that about? Makes no sense.
Wonder what that bodyguard makes of it all? Probably just shakes his head and gets on with it. He’s paid to protect her, not to understand her. That’s his job. And he probably does it well. I bet he knows all her secrets, that one. He sees everything, hears everything. But he won’t tell. No sir. A good bodyguard keeps his mouth shut.
She seems like a nice enough lady. But you never know with these famous folks, do ya? They live a different life than us. All that money and fame. It changes people, I reckon. But she still needs someone to watch out for her, keep her safe. That’s where that bodyguard fella comes in. He’s important, that one. More important than folks might think. She needs someone she can trust. That’s the most important thing. Someone to keep her safe from all the crazies out there. A good bodyguard is worth his weight in gold, I tell ya.
They say she’s not doin’ that Spice Girls thing no more. Too much drama, I reckon. She’s got that book to worry about now. And that husband. And that big white house. And that bodyguard, of course. He’s always there, in the background. Watching. Protecting. That’s his job. And it’s a big one. A big, important job.
