The force is strong in this one....

For a horrible moment there I thought my celebrity-killing powers had struck again.

It’s happened before, you know. In 1996 I was responsible for the death of Phyllis Pearce off of Coronation Street. We had a game of Celebrity Deaders running – for a quid each you chose a famous person and if they died you claimed the pot. I had Mother Teresa for ages, until, on the fateful night in question, I abruptly changed my pick to poor old Phyllis. She dropped dead the next morning*. I also killed George Best** by having a sweepstake on what time he would actually pop off. Naturally, the time I picked was the actual time of death. If only I could use my powers for good.

The reason I mention this now is that my traffic had an unexpected spike last night from people searching for “Frosties boy hanging”/”Frosties advert suicide” and various permutations thereof. You may remember that I offered my personal opinion of the smug little tosser a couple of weeks ago. Oh lord, I thought. I’ve done it again.

So, can anyone confirm or deny? Is the Frosties boy dead***? Was he terminally ill and got the gig based on his Dad working for the ad agency? Did he hang himself after everyone in the western world with internet access started a blog for the express purpose of expressing their utter contempt for his overblown stage school delivery and slightly Vanilla-Ice-ish “rap” gestures****? Is it all an elaborate hoax?

And, more to the point, does anyone care?

* Although this was a sad thing, it did net me seventeen quid. Result!

** It probably wasn’t all my fault, but still.

*** Please don’t let him really be dead

**** Word