keris stainton

Simon Cowell really cares

I'm not laughing at the RSPCA or animal cruelty, but the way Cowell says, "It's the worst thing I've seen in ages" just gets me every time.

What the...?

What is going on with my disturbingly young twin/secret love child, Hayden Panettierre?

As Go Fug Yourself pointed out, she looks whorish, but I think she also looks like a Bratz doll, down to the extremely unsubtle airbrushing and shape of the eyes. Now I'm depressed.

Oh Universe, you're really spoiling me

Okay, yesterday Trashionista got a friend request on GoodReads from Evan Handler. Evan Handler!

He's got a book out, which is why he's on GoodReads, but you know who he is, don't you?

He was in The West Wing, i.e. my Favourite TV Show of All Time (Seasons 1-4)! He was in Sex and the City! He was in Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip! He's in Californication, i.e. my Favourite New(ish) TV Show.

He's Evan Handler! I love him!

So I sent him a message, basically telling him I'm a huge fan (I offered to review his book too, obviously).

This morning I got a reply. From Evan Handler. And, yes, there's a good chance it's not him - it's really his assistant or his publicist - but I don't care. It begins "Keris" and ends "Evan" and that's enough for me.

He thanked me for my "nice comments" and didn't even say "which chilled me to my very core." (No, I'm kidding, I was very restrained.)

Plus I asked him if they were making more Californications and they are! Taping starts "soon". (Not quite the exciting inside info I was looking for, but still.)

I love my job.

Chandler always *was* my favourite

Look at Matthew Perry's new house.

Me and Matthew could be very happy there. Although he would have to get used to me calling him Chandler.

Also, I keep forgetting to mention that he's made a film with Lauren Graham! Chandler and Lorelei! Together at last!

I don't really know Adrian Grenier...

... but I *heart* him.

Entourage is one of those shows I've been meaning to watch, but thanks to it being shown so, so late, I haven't managed to catch.*

But I read an interview with Adrian Grenier in the Guardian and, in response to this question - What do you think of the portrayal of women in the show? - he replied:

"I'm a feminist, so if there was anything that was untrue I would be on it."

Truly in a world where women won't admit to being feminists, a feminist man is a good man indeed.

*While I'm on the subject, why on earth is E4 showing the new series of Brothers & Sisters at 11pm? Why?

Whaa?

Suzanne Shaw was (inexplicably) asked which of the two US Presidential candidates she preferred.

She replied: “I’m going to be honest. I’ve never heard either of these names before.”

Doesn't that beggar belief? I mean, I get that some people aren't interested in politics. But that surely means she hasn't read a newspaper, watched the news or looked at a news website for - what? - three months? Six months? And that's just in connection with their current candidacy. She's never heard of Hillary Clinton? Seriously?

Having said that, the woman can skate. And fly.

I think I could be happy here...

Ben and Jen's new house.

Why I love Ellen Page

I already loved her after Juno and then I read this in the Guardian:

"I call myself a feminist. I hope everyone is. You know you're working in a patriarchal society when the word feminist has a weird connotation."

Plus how cute is this picture.

The same Guardian column contained this:

No, Lindsay, no ...

From the sublime to the ridiculous: could someone please explain why Lindsay Lohan has stripped naked (save for a dodgy blond wig) to re-create Marilyn Monroe's last major photo shoot? New York magazine, which publishes the photos this week, justifies them thus: "Like any tabloid veteran, Lohan understands the potency of a photograph, and that the best way to respond to a society that views you only as an image might just be on its own terms."

So, let's get this straight - if you've been completely objectified for years, and have recently suffered the addictive issues that so often accompany such treatment, the best way forward is for you to be objectified some more? Hmm. Didn't work out so well for Marilyn, did it?

Indeed.

McDreamy ... in Rome

Sigh. Just ... sigh.

The lovely Ms Mac sent me this. She took it in Rome airport.

McDreamy. In Rome. That's a perfect sexual fantasy right there.

(Click to enlarge. The *picture*, pervs!)

Is it too late for me to get into deejaying...?

This is the terrace of DJ Paul Oakenfold's LA house.

I was thinking I'd never go indoors, but there are beautiful views from indoors too (obviously, would be kind of weird if there weren't).

He's selling. I wish I was buying.

But really, I can't imagine living in a house like this. It's such a stretch for me to think of sitting out on that terrace with that view drinking my morning cup of tea rather than sitting on a beanbag chair in front of my computer with Wanted Down Under on TV...

Can you imagine?

Rocket man

You know I said I think Richard Branson is wonderful? There's an example of what I love about him in the same Oprah article:

"...trying to take people into space at an affordable price in an environmentally friendly way. I'll be going into space with three generations of my family!

In 12 months, we will have finished building the spaceship. We'll have extensive tests for another five months and then we'll build this incredible spaceport in the New Mexico desert.

The initial flight will be quite brief - about three hours. Later we'll develop longer flights. We've got plans to build a hotel that will circle the moon. People will be able to take short rides from the hotel using the moon's gravity. We're dreaming, and the first part of that dream will become reality shortly."

I don't know if or when it'll happen, but that's just about the most exciting thing I've ever heard.

Heath Ledger

There's no way I can improve on Gabrielle's beautiful, intelligent and thought-provoking post, so I'm not even going to try.

Excuses, excuses

Sorry to have been a bit quiet lately. There are a few reasons:

1. The letter "o" on my keyboard is loose and Harry thinks it's hilarious to pop it off and hand it to me with a big grin ... and now it won't go back on. Now typing hurts my wrists.

2. Like Claire, if I dream about someone, I generally become obsessed. The other night it was John Oliver from The Daily Show. So I can't blog because I'm busy watching clips of Mock the Week on YouTube. (Also, if you think he's another one of my dodgy crushes (how dare you!) then read this and you'll see why I love him so very much.)

3. I've got a novel to finish writing (not that I've written anything so far this week...).

4. I've got a novel to finish reading (Meg Cabot's Princess Diaries To the Nines).

5. I've got a Christmas tree to dispose of...

Let's get physical

A couple of weeks ago, I saw this Rosemary Conley DVD on the front of one of the trashy mags. Oh, I did laugh. Look at that "before" picture - have you ever seen Coleen Nolan looking like that? Wearing a dress like that? And the expression on her face. Brilliant. But then there's the "after" picture. First of all, I've never seen Coleen looking like that either (and I don't just mean the swimming costume). And I saw her on Loose Women a couple of days ago and, while she looks great, she's not a size 10. Allowing for the camera adding 10 lbs, I'd say she's a 14 (cos she looks like a 16 to me).

And while I'm on the subject of celebs lying about their sizes, I read recently that before her weightloss, Fern Britton was a "generous 16". I'd say she's a generous 16 now. Again, she looks great, so why lie?

Look at this Tricia Penrose cover too. Again, she looks fabulous after, but she never looked like that "before" picture. Do they think we're stupid? She's slumping, she's leaning, she's pushing out her belly. This is the pose I do in front of the mirror when I'm trying to get myself to stop scoffing. It's the "god, look how fat I am!" pose. But then you stand up straight, pull your stomach in and your shoulders back and you're a lot closer to the "after" picture. Just to be clear, I still look a lot more like the "before" picture, I'm just saying it's not a realistic representation.

A-ha! Now this Vicky Entwistle one is much more realistic ... sort of. The "before" pic is an unposed paparazzi shot, so it's a fair representation of what she looked like before (why, oh why did she wear that unsupportive bikini top?), it's the "after" pic that I've got a problem with. It's alleged - not by me, by a certain newspaper - that Vicky didn't get that teensy figure by doing this DVD, rather she worked out for something like six hours a day for something like six months.

And yet every year women go out and buy these DVDs thinking that by doing them, they'll be able to transform their bodies in the same way. Why do we buy into it? I've done it myself (most recently with Eastenders' Charlie Brooks - who I saw on Loose Women promoting the DVD and, while she was definitely smaller than in the past, she looked more like her pale and spotty "before" picture than the tanned and glossy "after").

I'm not giving up buying exercise DVDs altogether - I've got two stone to lose and I don't like to leave the house unless absolutely necessary, so I can't - but I'm going to buy the ones that are about fun rather than recreating a totally fake "ideal". I've got Dancing With the Stars. I've got Strictly Come Dancersize and I'll be buying the Dirty Dancing Dance Workout too (learning that dance will make me so happy ... though I don't know how David's going to feel about lifting me over his head...).

Burt. Reynolds'. House.

My mum loved Burt Reynolds. I love Burt Reynolds. I mean, who doesn't love Burt Reynolds?

And now that I've seen his house, I love him more. (Although these days when I see his super-tight face, I love him a little bit less.)

Look at that games room! And I love how he's got one of his own films playing in the screening room. You can't buy class like that!

 

 

At first...

... I thought this was funny. But then when I stopped laughing at her boobs and realised that they look so ridiculously stuck on because they're the only bits of "flesh" on her painfully emaciated body, I stopped laughing and felt sad. 

Via PopSugar

Why am I not surprised?

I knew that Britney's sister was named Jamie-Lynn. I even knew her mother was named Lynne. What I didn't realise was that her father is named Jamie.

That's just mean.

(Our next child (!) will be named David-Keris. No matter what the sex.)

Real estate porn

I haven't looked at The Real Estalker for a while, but perusing the pics today I spotted this little beauty.

It belongs to model Carolyn Murphy (who I've never heard of) and is just gorgeous. I've been imagining pulling up outside this house, parking my pink Nissan Figaro and moseying on in to find George Clooney cooking my tea... naked.

A girl can dream.

More Tom Cruise craziness

Now some have said that I am too cynical on the whole TomKat thing. Some people think they're really in love, etc. Maybe they are (they're not). But even if they are (they're not), I find the following utterly unbelievable and not a little disturbing.

In a recent interview, Katie said Tom's "first two children are incredible, really smart and kind. They call me 'Mom'."

Now how likely is it that his children - aged 14 and 12 - happily call 29-year-old Katie "mom"? 

As PopSugar adds, "Serious ouch for Nicole Kidman who recently said that Connor and Isabella don't call her mom and now Katie is just throwing it out there that they do call her that. Maybe it's all part of their arrangement."

All part of the arrangement? Yes, I think it probably is. And even if it's not, I'm guessing the name change has been forced on Connor and Isabella (because, seriously, come on!).

What is Tom Cruise doing?!

"Too laffin', Middy!"

Thanks to Emily, I just read this (warning: it's a little bit rude) and upset Harry by laughing too much.

Listen, the loo's still broken, how much is too much?

While I'm here, if you're interested in shocking celeb gossip (and if you're not, you're no friend of mine) then check this out. I repeat. Good grief.

Clooney & Fabio Fight at Celebrity Restaurant

The story's not as interesting as the headline (well, it couldn't be, could it?), but it's still something I'd like to have seen.

Pull his hair, George! Not the face, Fabio!

I had no idea...

... that Junior Andre was so bloomin' gorgeous!

Just look at that little face!

Almost as cute as my kid...

What's Elizabeth Perkins' secret?

About Last Night is one of my favourite films (Rob Lowe - duh!) and it was Elizabeth Perkins' debut. I remember watching Big a few years later and not believing it was the same person - she was transformed.

I've just started watching Weeds and there's Elizabeth Perkins again, looking fabulous. What happened?  Could I look like this if I got my hair straighted and lightened? (And lost, um, four stone...)

Joey Fatone's Freestyle

This is totally freakin' amazing:

I love him.

Dream houses

This was just the kind of house I was talking about when I discovered the Real Estalker:

Sold by Elizabeth Perkins (who I know best as the snarky best friend in About Last Night, but you probably know from Big or Weeds) to Soleil Moon Frye. Yes, Punky Brewster! This is Punky Brewster's new house. That staircase! That (green) fireplace! That bath! I. Am. Envious. [Source]

Also, Jessica Simpson's new house, but this one for the exterior:

If only I had $5million dollars...

I am Ian Ziering

Have y'all been watching Dancing With the Stars? I love it so very very much, but it's also (I think) taught me something about myself. Go with me here...

In one of the early episodes Ian (pronounced "Eye-an", don't forget!) "Steve Sanders" Ziering's father came to watch him dance. "What did you think?" Ian asked him, eagerly. "She's very light on her feet," his dad said about Ian's partner, Cheryl. "But what about me, Dad, what did you think of me?" Ian said. And his dad said ... nothing.

I was furious. Why would a parent, faced with a child's (albeit a 43-year-old child) request for approval, deny it? At one point do we stop praising every little tiny thing ("Look at that lovely big poo!") and start withholding praise? And why?

Ian has struggled throughout Dancing With the Stars because he can't relax, enjoy himself, let himself go. He's a great dancer, but he thinks too much and he's too afraid of making a mistake.

Um. Who does that remind me of? This morning I was thinking how I sympathise with Ian because although he wants to take the judges' advice, free up, be like Billy Ray (who can't actually dance, but gives it his all and enjoys himself), he just can't. I'm exactly the same. The reason it took me so long to learn to drive was because I was so afraid of making a mistake and I just couldn't relax. (It didn't stop me making mistakes, incidentally - hence the two failed tests - it just gave me the illusion of control.)

And so as I was thinking about me and Ian, I realised that growing up my dad was just like his. (I've written about it before.)

But could it really be that simple? Am I such a control freak that my baby had to be dragged out of me because I wasn't praised enough as a child?

Incidentally, David said he was with me up to the baby bit, but I know how your thoughts and feelings are represented in your body and I knew the loss of control required in childbirth was going to be hard for me and of course it was.

So what I need is to be less of an Eye-an and more of a *cough* Joey. Joey Fatone may be a big lad, but he is a brilliant dancer and always dances with joy. Look:

The "truth" about Steve Coogan

Yesterday I read an article in the Daily Mail entitled Coogan the Barbarian: The truth about the man blamed for 'leading Owen Wilson to the brink of suicide'.

In case you can't be bothered to read it, the jist of it is that Steve Coogan is a coke-fuelled party animal who shags around. After Owen Wilson started hanging around with him (4 years after, according to the article) he tried to kill himself. So clearly that's Steve Coogan's fault. No, really, it must be ... Courtenay Love said so.

The article is basically made up of conjecture, innuendo and rumour. I left a comment to that effect of the Mail's website yesterday, but, funnily enough, it's been removed.
 
Character assassination of Steve Coogan aside - and, like the Mail, I don't know the man, anything about his relationship with Owen Wilson *or* the reasons for Wilson's suicide attempt - Owen Wilson is 39 years old. No-one is responsible for his life except himself.

I hope he gets the help he needs and I also hope Steve Coogan sues the Mail. God knows, I'm used to the irresponsible twaddle that passes for news in this country, but this particular article really got my goat.

Oh dear

You know, I read about this last night and I thought it must have been exaggerated, but no. This is Jesse Metcalfe and that, on his arm, is his new tattoo.

“It’s not that I’m not over the break-up, it’s just that I really wanted to remember what it felt like to be in that relationship so that I never really go there again," he said.

And just in case you can't quite work it out, the tat features a naked Nadine Coyle lassoing a heart in front of a rising sun which is shaped like Ireland. No, really. More pictures here.

You know I don't believe everything I read...

... except that, you know, I totally do. And this is just ... oh my god. No really. Oh. My. God.

Baby licker*

I don't want another baby. I want Heath Ledger's baby.

And I don't mean I want to do it with Heath Ledger (although, you know, if he's offering), I mean I want this baby. Matilda.

Isn't she gorgeous? Look at her ickle toes.**

* "I got baby-licker from a real life incident in which I watched that show, THAT's MY BABY, on Animal Planet, and the red panda's baby was taken away because she was licking it too much. I told my friend, who'd just had twins, that I am just like that panda...because when DO you know when you've licked your panda baby too much?"  - Meg Cabot

** If you're vomiting right now, I apologise.

[photo from Famecrawler]

Goodbye, Tony Wilson

Before I moved oop North and had Harry, I had a slightly more glamorous life - okay, job - working at London Records. Of course, me being me, I wasn't in a glamorous department, I was in the second most dorky, Legal & Business Affairs. (The most dorky was Accounts, obviously. Hi, Jo!)

The details are hazy, but I think London had bought "Madchester" legend Tony/Anthony H Wilson's Factory and was putting stuff out on a label called Factory Too.

I'd grown up watching Tony Wilson on TV and the first time he came into the office, with that distinctive voice, I was impressed. And, despite his reputation, he was very nice. Yes, he was a bit of an arse, in the way the wildly enthusiastic and unselfconscious often are, but he really was nice.

When I got married and decided to move back North (but to Manchester, where I'd never lived before) Tony took the time to give me recommendations of places to check out including Ramsbottom, where we ended up living for one of the happiest years of our married life (Harry was born there). He also got me a couple of job interviews, one with Mick Hucknall's management company, the other with New Order's. I arsed them both up, but that wasn't his fault.

The thing that really made me like him though came about after I'd left London (both kinds). The ad campaign for the film 24 Hour Party People featured photographs of some of the biggest Madchester names. Under the picture of Ian Curtis of Joy Division it said "Artist", under the Happy Mondays' Shaun Ryder -"Poet". The poster of Steve Coogan as Tony Wilson said "C*nt".

The Manchester Evening News sums it up: 

Could Wilson possibly have approved such an ad campaign?    

"The answer is yes. I found it very funny," he said at the time.

It was one of Tony Wilson's most endearing characteristics that we laughed with him, we sometimes laughed at him, and he laughed too.

He died last night, after a heart attack on Thursday (he'd been suffering from kidney cancer). He was 57.

The North is now a slightly less cool place.

No, I'm not obsessed with celebrities...

... it's their houses I love (and, ahem, their kids).

Yep, I've got yet another new celebrity obsession and, no, I'm not proud of it, but just check this out. Real celebrity homes! I love celebrities! I love property programmes! What am I supposed to do? Not read it?

And the thing is that celebrities tend to live in either LA or New York (except for Nicholas Cage, who apparently owns half of Somerset) and LA houses and New York apartments are two of the most flat-out fabulously covetable* things in the world. I still think about whatshername, that It Girl, she had a daughter called Tallulah ... not TPT ... oh, you know the one. She used to wear a lot of leopard skin. Anyway, her Hollywood house was in Hello and it was just gorgeous and not just because it used to belong to Barry Manilow. Tamara Beckwith! That's it!

So many of the houses are from the twenties or the forties and they're just so glamorous and decadent. Did you see Kate Walsh's house in O At Home (whaddaya mean you don't buy O At Home?). It almost made me weep. Actually her new house did make me fill up a little bit. Look at the bathroom!

Of course, some of them are just fabulously awful. Rod Stewart's hurts my eyes! 

*this is a word, isn't it? My spell check want to spell it "cove table" or "covet able".

What the hell's going on with Lucy Davis?

I love Lucy Davis. I loved her in The Office, I loved her in Shaun of the Dead and I must admit I worried when she went to Hollywood, because Hollywood - and I don't know if you've noticed this - is not a healthy place for a young woman.

And she almost immediately lost loads of weight and, in the manner of actressses the world over, denied she'd tried to lose it using either the "I just stopped thinking about it" or the "I just ate less and moved more!" explanations (both of which are craptastic, btw).

And then she turned up on Go Fug Yourself looking like this. Is it just me or does she look like Nicola Duffett who used to be in Family Affairs and was Debbie Bates in Eastenders (I tried to find a pic, but couldn't).

Jordan's baby's name (updated!)

Turns out my sister's friend Andrea and my friend Susan were right: Bunny was a red herring.

Cathy has just alerted me to the fact that the baby is named Princess Tiaamii.

Makes Bunny sound good, doesn't it.

Our new obsessions

I'm not proud of it, but I'm obsessed with celebrity baby website, Famecrawler.

It's funny, but not (too) bitchy and some of those celeb kids are just damn cute.

Not as cute as my own non-celeb kid,  but pretty cute all the same.

Harry is modelling half a Peter Pan costume at the last day of preschool and carrying *his* new obsession: tube of Teletubbies.

The Faith Hill Redbook cover

There's a great piece on Famecrawler* about it. Just what I would have said if I wasn't so inarticulate and frazzled:

Redbook picked Faith to be on their cover to leverage her personal brand of accessible, authentic Mom and turn readers who identity with her into consumers through Faith's tacit endorsement of everything in the publication. Redbook reinforces Faith's brand through positioning (she's so down to earth!) and provides visual cues of what we're conditioned to desire (skinny and good hair.) Then the magazine is packed with ads for things that by association will make you just like the picture of Faith on the cover. The fact that it's fake and perpetually unattainable means we're all doomed to be repeat buyers. Genius!

*More about Famecrawler later.

Tara Reid's boobs*

at Go Fug Yourself: "Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't we read that she got those things fixed?"

* don't worry, there'll be about a million other sites before this one. (I just checked - I was joking with the million, but there are actually 1,280,000. Her parents must be so proud.)

Jordan's baby's name...

... is Bunny.

Just in case I wasn't actually the last to know.

Angry/sad/angry/sad

I just can't decide.

TomKat freaks me right out

Okay. So Katie's pictured with a - what? three month, four month? - pregnancy bump. Clearly.

And then she's pictured without it. So far so similarly freaky to last time she was "pregnant" when her bump kept magically changing size. Not that I'm suggesting it was fake or anything. Hell, no, not me.

But that's not even the most disturbing thing.

Look at the galloping state of Tom. The clothes, the hair, the "pumps". What happened? Mid-life crisis much? (But Suri is v. cute.)

Oh dear...

Me and Christopher Hitchens are in agreement.

Those gloating and jeering headlines, showing a tearful child being hauled back to jail, had the effect of making me feel sick. So, you finally got the kid to weep on camera? Are you happy now?

[Thanks, Diane]

Defending Paris Hilton

Well, not really. Or sort of. Maybe.

I've found the coverage of the Paris Hilton case fascinating and horrifying. Though I absolutely agree that she had to go to prison, I'm disturbed by the amount of glee with which the whole thing has been greeted.

I think this picture - along with the description of what happened in court (Paris cried out, "It's not right! Mom!") - really upsetting and not at all amusing.

Yes, she's spoilt. Yes, she never dreamt this would happen and, yes, it's probably going to do her good that it has, but that doesn't make me happy.

Jamie Lee Curtis has an excellent take on it on Huffington Post:

It was a painful episode to watch. A young woman, begging her mother, the person who should have taught her right from wrong, to help her, to teach her the rules of life. It was a little too late. And so she wept as the Universe was bringing the teaching and settling the score.

One of the commenters makes an even more salient point:

Where do children get the idea that rules don't apply to them? Here's a better question. Where in the world could they possibly learn that? From politicians? From the O.J. Simpson trial. From the Enron debacle? From the 2000 election?

This bothered me too. I'm disturbed by public humiliation and I also don't get the reference to the bars being made to look like, well, you know. I mean, I get it, but are we still in a place where a young single woman isn't allowed a sex life for fear of being called a slut?

Er, yes, we are. This is appalling and depressing. ("A slut and battery"? On a national news programme?)

I'm no fan of Paris Hilton, but so much of the coverage is misogynist and I find it disturbing how much women are going along with it.

(A sort of related issue is how Apprentice candidate Tre Azam has been criticised for being anti-women while some prominent women have defended his fellow candidate Katie Hopkins. You don't have to be a man to be anti-women, you know.)

Junk food not healthy shock!

David loves Hawksbee & Jacobs on TalkSport and though I'm not particularly interested in sport, I quite like it too. The other day they were talking about American football star Tank Johnson who recently spent 60 days in prison and ordered in his own food. This food:

Beef sticks	162
Honey buns	40
Summer sausage	35
Chips	35
Coffee	22
Fruit punch	10
Tuna fish	10
Jalapeno cheese spread	9
Tortillas	9
Refried beans	6
Cookies	6
Reese's cups	5
Lemonade	5
Swiss rolls	4
Dill pickles	3
Sugar	3
Cream	3
Oatmeal sandwiches	3
Bag of Jolly Ranchers	2
Butterfingers	2
Peanut butter bars	2
Cupcakes	1

I enjoyed Hawksbee's comment that Tank only ordered one cupcake because he didn't want to make a pig of himself, but the report in the Chicago Sun-Times made me laugh quite a lot too:

"He also appeared to try to put together a Mexican dinner, ordering nine tortillas, six packs of refried beans and nine packages of jalapeno cheese spread during his stay."

I love that, "He also appeared to try..." Brilliant. It sounds like he was being studied. "Tortillas? Refried beans? He appears to be trying to put together a Mexican dinner! Get the camera!"

It also made clear that "nutritionists don't advise anyone to follow Johnson's food choices". Heh.

The world's gone mad...

Randomly surfing the other day, I found a site* that had put together a bunch of comparisons of different celebs in the same outfits.

No whatever you think of Lohan or Halliwell, clearly - clearly - Geri looks much better in this outfit than Lindsay, but every commenter on the site thought Lindsay looked better.

She looks ill! You can see the bones in her chest! You could pierce something with that shoulder bone! That bodice needs bosoms! And, although, Geri's shoes don't go with the dress, she looks great!

I appreciate that starlets are skinny these days, what I don't get is that people actually think they look better that way! Women should look like women! That is all.

*I'm really sorry, I thought I'd saved the site, but I can't find it. If it's you, let me know and I'll give you credit!

Baby names

You know things are bad when you find yourself googling around the internet trying to find out what Mel B's named her baby ... but then it all turns out fine when you discover Celebrity Baby Names blog and learn that someone called Penn Jillette and his wife Emily Zolten, last year named their daughter Moxie Crimefighter.

Moxie Crimefighter

Let's all take a moment, shall we?

Moxie Crimefighter

Do you know, it's stuff like this that makes me glad to be alive.

Getting old

I've got loads to say today, but I had to post this first. I just read Caroline's musings on feeling old thanks to txt msg language. (After writing "txt" and "msg" then I couldn't think how to spell language. I almost put "langwidge".)

Well, do you remember Neneh Cherry causing a stir performing Buffalo Stance while heavily pregnant? Would it surprise you to hear that baby is now 18? And Neneh Cherry is a grandmother. How old d'ya feel now?

A pan, a comb, perhaps a cat ...

When Ms Mac said she wanted to see the TomKat photo I mentioned the other day, I would not rest until I found it.

Dreadful, isn't it?

I may have laughed at their vows, but I'm not laughing now. Poor little Suri. I know the paparazzi often catch celebs at their most unguarded moments, but I doubt anyone can look at this picture and believe the nonsense these two spouted in their Vanity Fair feature.

I honestly don't know what Katie was thinking, but Tom - Tom's old enough to know better. Sad.

You know you're getting old when ...

Remember how I said my interest in Hayden Panettiere could signify that she's my long-lost celebrity sister? Well I looked her up on IMDb - she was born in 1989! 1989!

I left home in 1989! I moved to London in 1989! She could, I suppose, be my long-lost celebrity daughter, but there's something I didn't do in 1989 (or 1988 for that matter) which rules that out. 1989. How can that be?

David's gone to the match and I'm full of cold so I'm having a night of tea and quality TV (Heroes taped from last week, Gilmore Girls, Ugly Betty, The L Word). Best get