July 8th, 2008
Soppy saps that we are, we love a good romance and they don’t come more soppy and sappy (and hairy) than these little loved up guinea pigs in new kiddies book Uncle Bobby’s Wedding. *squish squish*
The book, written by savvy lass Sarah S. Brannen, is an attempt to explain civil partnership to littleuns and not only is it cute, it’s informative and refreshingly un-patronising. Hooray. But as is usual with these things, there’s a concern that there could be outcry from parents when the book finally hits shelves. We all remember the fate of little Tango, the penguin raised by two daddies in And Tango Makes Three don’t we? Oh. Well, think Heinz Mayo advert in book form.
In the meantime, click on through to watch the joy that is a guinea pig turning circles for carrots and amusing hoots of ‘Yaaaaay’. J’adore… Continues…
July 8th, 2008
We just can’t seem to get our BMI to government recommended levels, weight watchers… We’re even thinking it could be a matter for the police.
Oh but life goes on. And Michael Phelps and Ryan Lochte - off-of swimming to an Olympic standard - have stripped for the latest ish of Mens Journal in the States of Americaland. Now apparently, rumour has it the Olympics start dead soon and this could be the reason they have done this. Others beg to differ.
Wanna see ‘nother one? They’re touching each other in this one and everything. Continues…
July 8th, 2008
Now, we like wandering about in mud watching bands we’ve never heard of as much as the next person.
But why can’t our music festivals be more like they are in Denmark and feature a running race between naked hotties like this guy? Hmmm? Forget Jay-Z. Give us more of this stuff.
More here. But NSFW if your W doesn’t like you looking at a whole lot of men with their Ds out…
July 8th, 2008
Now, don’t get us wrong. We won’t hear a word against him. Loved him in Shameless. J’adored him in Atonement. Even liked him with hairy legs in the first Narnia. But sex symbol? We-thinks not! Wouldn’t give him houseroom in that capacity.
Anyways, here he is on the new Details…
July 8th, 2008
If a group of 10,000 builders are to be believed then rippley of stomach and crispy of hair Peter Andre is the Biggest Celebrity Tool.
No, he doesn’t HAVE the biggest tool, he IS the biggest tool, as in idiot, as in numpty, as in twat.
Now, we for one don’t happen to agree. There are far more worthy wearers of this thorny crown than Mr. Katie Price. Boris Johnson for example, or maybe Nick ‘BNP’ Griffin and what about Barry Scott? ‘Bang and the dirt is gone’? Fuck off. Continues…
July 8th, 2008
It is the official birthday of Kevin Bacon, Hollywood legend, nice bum, arguably Will & Grace’s funniest guest star (apart from Mira Sorvino. And perhaps Cher. Oh, and then there was J-Lo, who was much better than expected…) and star of Footloose, which is why today we will mostly be sing-songing along to the work of one Kenny Loggins. After the break… Continues…
July 8th, 2008
And it’s strange work, n’est-ce pas? (We did that ’cause Francois Sagat is a Frenchie. True story.)
Question (said in Frenchie accent): Has he bummed himself to death?
So anyways plural, this is him appearing in a magazine that we’ve never heard of, Wad, which is all about ‘urban fashion and culture’. Well, there was a gap in the market…
There’s another one after the jump. By which we mean picture. Might make your eyes go a bit funny, mind. Continues…
July 8th, 2008
If you’re innerested, he’s off to the Hollywood Bowl. For some reason, Halle Berry got cut out of the picture. Sadness, etc. Continues…
July 8th, 2008
Weathered woman Sian Lloyd turned 50 last week and to celebrate she has wedged herself into a jodhpur trew, stuck a leather jacket on with a scarf and called it a Madonna tribute. Continues…
July 8th, 2008
Professional Northerner and everybody’s favourite Loose Woman (probably) Jane McDonald is going to have the excitement of chatting with us 24 hours from now, and to make our lives easier and your lives more enjoyable, we’re asking you to rummage through your filthy noggins and come up with some questions for the cruise-liner croonette. Ready? Set! Go… Continues…
July 7th, 2008
Next week (Tuesday to be exact) sees the release of Life With My Sister Madonna, a new book written by Christopher Ciccone - yep, Madonna’s real live brother in real life. It promises to be a ‘tell-all’ account of everything including sex, drugs and lesbian flings. Woo, amen to that sister.
July 7th, 2008
Spotted out on Saturday afternoon walking down glittering London’s Regent Street, Sir Ian McKellen aka Gandalf, wearing this season’s hot item, a ‘Some People are gay. Get over it!’ T-shirt as designed by… Oh, Warwick Worldwide. Isn’t that us?
See another shot of the Prime Minister mixing with ‘Some People Are Gay…’ wearers after the jump. Now where would I get me one of those…? Continues…
July 7th, 2008
It was all tits and teeth in the 02 last night as Dolly Parton descended on the dome and gave as glamour-puss and glitzy a performance as you could ever hope.
Pink stetsons at the ready, here’s Jolene… Continues…
July 7th, 2008
At a loss for things to do this very Tuesday eve? Then you’ll be delighted to hear that the entirely bummable Will Self will be in London’s glittering Green Carnation to read from his book Dorian.
The excitable event marks the return of Polari – Paul Burston’s gay literary salon night – and will cost you no earth pounds, which leaves you with plenty of paper money to pop into Mr Self’s panties. Oh hello. Continues…
July 7th, 2008
Monday
The fag hag has never really got the whole Dr Who thing. Perhaps that’s because watching RSC actors with croaky alien voices and too much make-up unable to make it up stairs is hardly a treat for me as it was a daily event in my childhood. Or perhaps it’s because my days of believing that a polystyrene lever painted grey by the BBC props department could destroy the entire world were probably over the day I got my first mortgage approved. But I always say try everything once (except sex with a Welshman), so this weekend I decided to join the 10 million other people watching the finale and see what all the fuss was about. And do you know I think I might have come over to the dark side. I found skinny old pasty old David T a little hot. I managed to watch Billie Piper without wanting to stab her in the face. And when Catherine Tate got packed off home and the man from the Railway Children had tears spilling out of his slightly thyroidy eyes I even shed a little fag hag salt water myself.
Dr Who is actually quite darling you know, in a little regional sci-fi way…just keep me away from any creepy grown men that like it though as I like my entrails in my body and not spread across a serial killer’s lair thank you muchly.
