Dear Editors of The Sun, The Daily Mail, The Mirror, News of the World and any other shitty little tabloid going,

Just, please fuck-off-already with the Jade Goody stuff, OK ? I know she's terminally ill; I know she's dying. I just don't want to see it splashed across every newstand I go past. I don't want to see pictures of a bald-headed woman crying in pain. I don't want to hear details of her hallucinations, operations or collapses. This is not stuff that belongs on the front page.

Don't tell me that this is in the public interest. There are hundreds of people dying of cancer up and down the country, and I don't see their faces in your papers. Don't make out that you're doing it to raise money for Jade's boys. You're not. You're doing it to line your own pockets.

Why can you not see past the pound signs that are flashing in front of your eyes ? This is the story of a twenty something that will never live to see her children grow up. She'll never see them go to big school, she'll never see them grow up and get girlfriends. She'll miss their exam results, their getting married. She won't be able to celebrate their highs or comfort them in their lows. This is something totally mindblowing in the comparison to the triviality of your headlines.

I don't believe in profit at all costs. I don't believe in catering to the lowest common denominator. I do believe in dignity in death, which is something that seems to be rather lacking here. Let her have her pain, her tears and her final goodbyes without sticking your bloody camera into the mix. Whatever needs to be done in private, let her go and do in private. And don't you dare make me complicit in your grubby little actions, just by me walking past the newstand.

In short, fuck-off-already.