Twenty years ago it was records companies who threw stupid Christmas parties
but while they've died Adland has taken over the task. Another Tongue, a fucking Voice Over company, threw a stupidly over the top (and over subscribed) bash at Cirque de Soir off Carnaby street, complete with champagne that never ran out. Highlight of the evening was seeing just how much botox Gordon Ramsey has stuffed into his face. He now looks like a he's had Joan Rivers' face sewn onto a scrotum.
deep_stoat 12:54, reply
Good. I used to live near him about 20 years ago or so. He used to trot by in his odd blued trench coat with his stupid little dog. Horrible c*nt. Of course, I can say all this now that the little f*cker's dead and unlikely to come after me...
plasticflamingo 19:54, reply
Jonathon Ross and Barbara Windsor turned the lights on in Hampstead Village this weekend, ably assisted by (appropriately) Dynamo - who performed a card trick onstage which mostly consisted of getting Babs to sign a card and then quite visibly replacing it with one in his pocket. I guess sleight-of-hand doesn't work so well when you're not up close to the other person.
Also: That Neil DeGrasse Tyson of the pop industry, Myleene Klass, was walking around Leicester Square yesterday. So intent was she on avoiding the assembled throng of paps that she must have retraced her steps on the same patch of ground half-a-dozen times. Obviously they didn't get all the shots they needed (she was wearing jeans, after all!), so she kindly obliged them again today. Oh yes. and the day before yesterday too.
bad_horsey 12:59, reply
he starting to look a bit 'full blown'.
__________ 19:41, reply
It's him, the bloke from the Propellerheads, Beth Orton, and me. An odd and massively varied disease, I've not had to have any resectioning even though I've had it for 20odd years, some need an instant colostomy on diagnosis. Loads of theories about, it could be water borne, related to pasteurisation of milk, all I know is I get a camera shoved up my arse every few years for a free thrill and tramadol by the bucketload. If he's fattening up it'll be the steroids, I went from a 28" waist to fifteen stone due to those little red fuckers.
soapy_handerton 22:20, reply
Can you give a heads up if a linky goes to Daily Fail online plse, that's just broken my rule about never knowingly visiting the sewer of shame
all the brouhaha over mansion tax and no one saw fit to remind us of the time she had to be rescued by staff at her hotel in Costa Rica after she got stuck to her bed;
"She had sprayed inspect repellent on herself which reacted with the varnish of her bedposts gluing her to the bed. Hotel staff had to peel her off slowly but surely."
Allegra Stratton spotted buying her groceries in the hugely popular Newington Green Fruit & Vegetables shop, amongst the usual throng of hipsters and yummy mummies. I can report that she was neither hipster nor yummy. Back to Evan, wearing a slimline suit and the look of a man who has fondled himself during VT, in the studio.
spank_daley 13:33, reply
Evan's stylist needs shooting. That horrid grey shirt and shiny tie last night looked like they'd come straight off the discount rack at Nuneaton Top Man.
john_lewis_partnership 17:59, reply
in a couple of years they'll look like simon price.
__________ 19:48, reply
"Michael Jackson once claimed on itv Saturday mornings CD:UK that Paul was his favourite Hollyoaks actor"
"I have found myself able to cure people with my hands. I met someone in the West Indies who was not able to walk. I put my hands on him and he was able to get up."
In 1993 he revealed that he had warned his wife, Diane, not to move her spine if she should break her neck in a riding accident. The following day Diane, the inspiration for Lady In Red, fell off her horse and adhered to his advice, saving herself from paralysis.
Rather wonderfully he forgets to mention that as his wife lay in bed recuperating from her broken neck he started fucking the nanny.
rogermoore 16:02, reply
And his cousin, also called Guy Fletcher, played keyboards for Dire Straits. The father wrote a number of choons for Elvis, also...
plasticflamingo 8:41, reply
And that's got to be a pretty valuable catalogue he has. I remember being taken, as a child, for Sunday lunch at Jack Fishman's house. Jack's primary profession was as a Newspaper Editor; but he had a profitable 'sideline' in songwriting. And what a sideline that was. I seem to remember him saying that he had designed and built his (very beautiful) house near Bishop's Avenue with the royalties from one song - his English lyrics for If Paradise was Half as Nice...Lovely, modest, kind man.
plasticflamingo 10:52, reply
Pity the Sound tech on the latest tour of a once famous 2Tone label ska covers band [with a smattering of original tunes] who lasted approximately 30 seconds into the first gig on this current tour. After trying to convince the somewhat difficult lead singer during the weeks of pre-production that it was about time he replaced his radio mic [the one he's been using for years and has the technology of a kids tomy two way radio from argos] the damned mic went and failed 10 seconds into show 1. Ever the pro a brand spanker was thrust into the stubborn ones hands within seconds, whilst 'old faithful' was slung into the rig. Much against the tour managers advice the poor [well it's cost him about 5k in wages] sound tech was given his marching orders après gig, being blamed by the hissy fitting one for the failure! Such a bad attitude, maybe a case of 'too much, too young'?
flange 12:02, reply
Steve Craddock of Ocean Colour Scene/Paul Weller fame has replaced Roddy Radiation on the latest tour- now down to 4 original members
Oscar-winning Doctor Who gettin his buns handed to him this morning. At Gail's Bakery in Crouch End.
drunken_boht 12:33, reply
The KFC in Crouch End, much maligned by its well-heeled denizens, has finally closed down. A pitched battle is brewing over use of the site; on the one side, the Mumsnet massive who are doubtless seeking to augment the existing JoJo Mama Bebe / Petit Bateau with a branch of Seraphine or a McLaren shop selling juggernaut prams to house the inevitable IVF triplets;
On the other side is the hipsters who, having been squeezed out of Dalston and are now spreading like paste along Tufnell Park and Archway, are creeping uphill by capillary attraction, lured in by the newly-opened Heirloom (with its menu of not just heritage, but endangered vegetables. Cunts.) and the burgeoning sprawl of coffee shops.
And Christ, what am I posting here? Sorry. Arnold Schwarzenegger has a habit of trying to blag insane discounts from high-end shops and if one isn't forthcoming, is quite happy to go to another branch. Even if it's in a different continent. And he goes after the least obvious things; a crocodile-skin-coated chair, handbags and - overheard in a London boutique - "I vant to buy a pullover".
bad_horsey 9:18, reply
the great and the good were arriving but the crowd really went wild when JM arrived. Maybe it wasn't just Edwina he was throwing it out to.
deep_stoat 23:16, reply
The disappointing thing is that, in person, he's a REALLY nice bloke. It was once said that, if he could have shook the hand of every member of the electorate, he would have won by a landslide; and that's probably true.
plasticflamingo 8:34, reply
rings true. But then there's Blair. And Brown. Anything before Major has thankfully carked it.
stan2a10shun 22:15, reply
Ride are reforming (no surprise given how Slowdive are having to use wheelbarrows to take the cash from their reunion home). Who next? I was hoping for Northside Northern Uproar but that's looking unlikely now one of them has gone and died.
Just as long as it isn't the Mary Whitehouse Experience.
deep_stoat 10:39, reply
His head came off... www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/jeff-fletcher-britpop-rocker-decapitated-4650876
fo_shizzle 13:36, reply
How could he, as a pedestrian, "collide" with a lorry? It is the other way round - this message is me channeling Uncle Whuppity
Jeff Fletcher, who had been part of well-known Manchester rock band Northern Uproar, was a pedestrian on Wellington Road South, Stockport centre, when he collided with a lorry on Monday afternoon.