Perhaps you’ve heard of “Gatecrashing,” the allegedly growing U.K. phenomenon in which unwanted revelers show up at a party that’s been posted on the web, and then proceed to trash the place. Well, according to the Daily Mail, Annie Lennox’s daughter is the latest victim of such a “crash”:
The popstar, 52, has been hit with a hefty repair bill after her 16-year-old daughter became the latest victim of gatecrashers who get wind of a party on the internet.
The mayhem happened after Annie’s teenaged daughter Lola innocently let slip she was having a get-together at home while her film producer father Uri Fruchtmann was away. But the email which was meant to get to just 30 close school friends ended up frenziedly circulating to hundreds of others. It is understood that the information about the party spread on websites like MySpace.
Their £2 million family home in north London was trashed when more than a hundred youngsters forced entry. Party-goers daubed graffiti on walls, broke pictures and lampshades, tore apart books, urinated and vomited on carpets, flooded the kitchen and had a pitch battle in the garden.
Witnesses at the house also report seeing a cow, a constantly spinning globe and a bearded man “who wore sunglasses and just sat there, tapping on an old keyboard.”
Annie Lennox’s girl hit by the Internet gatecrash yobs [Daily Mail]
Shouldn’t it be Gatetrashing? Gatecrashing already has a definition.
Maybe it’s because I was something of a prude as a kid, but I really feel that something tremendously negative should happen to people who do this sort of thing. Getting drunk and out of hand at a party is (somewhat) understandable, but this active desire to destroy for the sake of destruction really doesn’t speak well for the futures of these individuals.
It’s a FLASHMOB!
I smell a trend piece, somewhere!
“See, flashmobs ARE real!”
So you mean her kids didn’t get to do one of those ridiculously frenzied clean-up scenes where they’re scouring the house with every cleaning product known to man and then just when they think they’re done, someone notices one last beer bottle (or former contestant from Big Brother OD’d under the couch) which they then hide a split second before their parents came walking through the door?