Poor Peaches - she's getting it from all sides at the minute. Her local counsellor, Councillor Paul Convery, has written to Sir Bob complaining about the gaggle of paparazzi his daughter has attracted since moving to Islington. Her neighbours are not pleased. In an interview with the Islington Gazette, he said: "They are a menace. They arrive at dusk and up their numbers as darkness falls, like vampires," Convery told the Islington Gazette. "They really don't care if they are making residents' lives hell. They are very unfriendly, littering everywhere and they even had a barbecue one day." Sorry, but that's brilliant.
Another source also bleated: "Every morning there is a car or two in the street with a snapper on the front seat with a lens that could spot life on Mars. At 2am they rouse themselves in a frenzy of flashes as our neighbour returns - so bright they wake people up. If young people were routinely disturbing the peace at 2am police would use an ASBO."
And what did Peaches' agent (yep, her boundless talents require an agent) have to say in response? "No-one is more frustrated about this than Peaches. She does not ask to be hounded by the press - she does not court publicity; that is ridiculous. She is not a socialite. She is a TV presenter and journalist." Don't forget 'model', 'DJ', and all round 'creative sort'. Flurry of job descriptions aside; she's obviously not undertaking any of them well considering she's known more for her social activities, like jumping out of taxis and vaulting over park fences for a pee.
Seemingly Sir Bob is planning on sending her to Africa to learn some perspective. I'm not sure how beneficial that'll be to the Africans but at least she'll be out of the crazy TV presenting/journalist loop for a spell.