Posing 101 - With Lindsay Lohan
These pictures just crack me up.
These pictures just crack me up.
In the grand tradition of ripping off my friends and jumping on the bandwagon, I bring you my very own fantasy dinner party line-up:
The 6 lucky people I would invite are, in no order of preference…
Barbra Streisand – She has long been my hero, as an actress and as a singer. I would probably just sit beside her staring, because I should imagine she has a great presence and she is the original Funny Girl.
Woody Allen – For his sense of humour (and so I can try on his glasses whilst chatting about how he made such a masterpiece of Annie Hall).
Tim Burton – I am in love with his vision and he is my favourite film director.
Alfred Hitchcock – Does this need an explanation? This man was a mystery to me and I want him there so I can pick his brains.
Haruki Murakami – My favourite author and an all round (I believe) fascinating guy. I’d seat him on my other side and ask him for advice on my ‘writing’.
Julian Barratt – Slightly biased as I have been sleeping with him for the past few nights in my subconscious, but in my opinion, he is the genius behind The Mighty Boosh and I love him as Howard Moon. The Boosh is my favourite comedy in a long time, if not ever – so I want to spend my time in his company, soaking him up.
Now, what to cook?
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Is it wrong that I keep having erotic dreams about Howard Moon?
I can't help it, geeky guys make me hot.
Grrrrrr.
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For those of you who couldn't join in the Comic Relief fun on Friday, I give you - The Boosh!
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Red Nose Day rocked yesterday, with Tara PT winning Comic Relief does Fame Academy hands down, Daniel Craig & Catherine Tate, The Mighty Boosh (especially the Boosh) and tons more cream of British comedy doing their bit to make us laugh.
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I so want Tara PT to win Comic Relief does Fame Academy and if she doesn't... well, I will scream and scream and scream. Until I am sick.
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Picture by Gallery of the Absurd
UPDATE: I meant to post an actual post along with that picture but forgot: d'oh!
Tonight I will be settling down with a nice cup o' char to watch Louise Redknapp in The Truth About Size Zero - a documentary about, funnily enough, this crazy stupid quest some women seem to be on to get down to that new goal: the size zero (UK 4).
Size four!
I might even eat some cheese puffs at the same time and count my lucky stars I'm not one of them.
I think it is desperately sad that there are girls out there dying, literally, to be a certain size and, while I know I need to shift this belly, I can safely say I am happier as I am.
As for Louise, I've never liked her but this has given me newfound respect for her - I think it's refreshing that someone is prepared to go to such lengths to prove it's evil. So good on her.
That is all.
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Groupie for the Underdog
Groupie for the Underdog