Nadine Coyle is one sexy lady, there’s no denying that most men would gladly have her as their other half, but maybe they’d reconsider it after hearing about her latest diet obsession.
Having dinner at The Ivy in London, Nadine ordered a portion of plain fish, no sauce or seasoning, then produced an electronic scales and proceeded to weigh the meal. Obviously there was somethin’ kinda huge about the meal cos she then broke some of it off and asked for that part to be taken away. An onlooker said “It was the oddest thing I’ve ever seen, but she acted as though it was the most normal thing in the world.”
Obviously all these sexiest woman polls Cheryl Cole has been beating her in lately have triggered off the crazy.
Kirsty Gallacher really does know how to do a wardrobe malfunction. Following hot on the heels (ahem) of her last incident with a pair of gladiator sandals which she advertised to the world were £25 from New Look by leaving the tag on the bottom, comes this run in with a bodycon dress at the Glamour Woman of The Year Awards. Poor Kirst probably thought she was bang on with her one shoulder body con and shoe boot things but little did she know (allegedly) that no-one would be paying a blind bit of notice to her fashionista skills.
And while the shoe thing was a malfunction that got more cringeable as we looked at the photo, the malfunction pictured above gets less embarrassing as you look at it and becomes either a) more jealous rage-inducing (for the ladies) or b) more drool-inducing (for the blokes).
She may have forgotten her bra but clearly she feels she doesnt need it and seeing as we can basically see her naked we can figure out that she doesn’t either. That is one killer bod and teamed with the fact that she loves sport I think I can finally fully understand men’s appreciation of Kirsty Gallacher after all these years…
How much do you like Daniel Craig? Really? Enough to vote to immortalise him in ice-cream form and then abruptly, ahem, eat him?
Well apparantly some 1,000 women like to vote for these kind of things, and most of them decided that Mr. Craig was the one they’d most like to lick, and Del Monte Superfruit Smoothies obliged these sick chicas.
Weird, but not without it’s charms I suppose.
Eminem has some kind of a sense of humour. He does. But I’m not sure it stretches to having a man’s meat and two veg in his face on national tv. Or maybe it does. The man never smiles anyway, so it can be hard to tell.
Anyway the video above shows what happened to Em at the MTV Movie Awards, and whilst he doesn’t look overly impressed in this clip, rumours are emerging that this HAS to have been pre-planned cos there’s no way they could’ve done this to him without him knowing. So his reaction of disgust is down to his acting skills? Hmmmm.
Even better is the rumour that they apparantly wanted to have it happen to Paris Hilton but she said no. I guess Doug’s are enough for her. Paris is of the opinion that Em was genuinely shocked, and she seems to have some inside info:
“I don’t think he [Eminem] knew, because I talked to someone who was running the show before and he said a big surprise was gonna happen and the person didn’t know it was gonna happen,”
She goes on to say that the whole thing was “very odd“. Well I hope so, otherwise it was an insight into Eminem’s life that I don’t think anyone was ready for.
Does anyone have any idea why Amerie is not more famouser? She is a total rideface, slamming body, great voice, writes her own songs most of which are pretty good and get dancefloors filled, her albums have great production work, so why is it that she is in the doldrums most of the time?
Hopefully this is all about to change for her cos she’s changed record labels and her new album, In Love & War, has a list of famous music producers as long as my arm, and she’s already got some samples of her new stuff on rotation. First up is Why R U?, which is a pretty good mid-tempo infatuation song:
And then there’s Tell Me U Love Me, which harkins back to her love of dance trumpets:
Please Amerie, please get the attention that you deserve this time. And then she’ll realize that she got it because of me, because of my obvious love for her, and she’ll repay me by marrying me. Or giving me loads of moneys. I’m fine either way.
Is if it’s a boy or a girl. Seriously. This thing looks like a pregnancy spliff test. And yet it is the design of choice for the Vancouver 2010 Olympics.
Actually people really have latched onto the idea that it looks like it’s full of the happy feelings and have renamed it The Olympic Toke. Vancouver seems to be friendly toward mary-jane as it is and so the symbol is very appropriate according to Jodie Emery of Cannibas Culture magazine:
“A lot of people come to Vancouver because it’s marijuana-friendly, so I think people who already enjoy a joint themselves will feel a little more kinship to the Olympics,” said Emery, who ran as a Green party candidate in the provincial election this month.”
Indeed. Of course the people who actually came up with the design itself have a different take on the image. And to be fair the words of this woman, Ms. Suzanna Reeves Director of Communications for the committee are truly hilarious:
“…people’s faces light up when they get the chance to hold it. At Nathan Phillips Square a couple of weeks ago, Reeves said she had the torch in a bag when a cyclist went by and did a double-take when he saw what she had. Reeves said what she sees when she looks at the torch is the edge of snow and an unfurling flag. “It’s quite magical. Most people’s reactions are emotional,” she said.”
Does anyone else think that reading her words could be even more hella funny after a couple of goes of The Olympic Toke?
I swear to god this photo just almost made me lose my breakfast. Paris Hilton is a menace! She looks like she’s about to lick his entire face. It’s like a kiss from Date Movie, I mean that shit is embarrassing. I may never kiss another living soul again because that image there is burned onto my retinas for life. But maybe Doug is into the kiss of an overenthusiastic Golden Retriever? Not judging by this pic:
He has the body language of soemone standing at the top of stairs about to fall off, trying to direct his lower body backwards knowing that it’s pointless cos his ass is falling all the way down. Down her oesophagus by the looks of it. And she is not letting his ass go either *note the “tender” hands-clamped-around-face gesture. Doug seems to mention the uncoolness of her assault on his face and attempt to start what may never have been started before in the history of their relationship – a conversation, but she’s not bothered:
She’s ready for Round 2. You gotta feel for that guy in the foreground of the photo who has obviously witnessed it all first hand. He has that dead look in his eyes of a man who has been broken by what he has seen.
Look how happy these two rat b#stards look. And why wouldn’t they be happy? They’re both beautiful, rich and young AND get to bump uglies with each other. And now they allegedly have another reason to add an extra air of smug to the mix with the emergence of a rumour that they are, in fact, engaged.
Now there was a similar rumour last November but their rep came out all aggressive and denied it but this time there has been no denial just a yawn-inducing “no comment”. What has sent everyone into overdrive is the combo of photos showing a rock on a certain finger and the fact that she flew to meet him in Cannes for one night. Well with them both being so beautiful and seeming like such nice people who wouldn’t be happy for them if the rumours are true?
Oh thats right, me. And every woman with a penchant for Legolas. And every man with eyes. Hmmm.
P.S to avoid any apparant confusion Miranda Kerr is a top Victoria’s Secret model. Here is she is working the day job:
It’s been a while since Ms.Port has made an appearance on this ‘ere blog so here she is, getting the Dodgers v Mets game started. I’m sure that has much more significance than I can imagine/care about, but the real reason that I bothered mentioning this is because Whitney threw the ball to her brother. And the reason Whitney looks like she half knows what she’s doing is because Whitney used to play softball as a kid. Which brings us to the real reason she is mentioned here today:
I could look at this picture all day and take comfort. Look at all those freckles! Where have they gone to now Whit? I miss them.
Yes. I’m afraid so.
Even though it feels like only yesterday that we winced our way through Hugh Jackson’s hosting duties, already Hollywood is gearing up for next year’s front runners. Here’s some trailers for said runners up front.
First up, The Road:
As anyone who has read the book (one of the best works of fiction in the last decade) can attest to, there isn’t a whole lot in the trailer that seems to relate to the source novel. The trailer would have you believe that this is a po-faced version of The Day After Tomorrow, which couldn’t really be any further from the truth. Also, the character of The Wife is mentioned maybe twice, but here, played by Charlize Theron, seems to be popping up all over the place. But I suppose there’s no point in hiring a Charlize Theron if you’re not going to use a Charlize Theron. I just hope that this is a case of the distributors trying to sell it to the masses by making it look all blockbuster-y, instead of just making it all blockbuster-y.
And, on the opposite end of the depression scale, we have Nine:
Daniel Day Lewis is having trouble because his personal and professional lives keep clashing, mainly down to the women in those lives. Those women consist of Nicole Kidman, Penelope Cruz, Kate Hudson, Judi Dench, Marion Cottilard, Sophia Loren, Stacey Ferguson (Fergie Ferg!) amoung others. What I’m feeling for DDY right now is not sympathy. Its not even close to sympathy. Except for when it comes to Fergie Ferg, just check out the trailer at the 1.20 mark. BAH!