20th post!
So, after what I said last post about how my blogs will change slightly into the latest news and happenings that have caught my eye, and as no such story has largely caught my eye, I shall contain two different stories about the celebrities of this blue and green ball.
By the way, I have only now noticed my blog title rhymes. I wrote it, and still didn't see it.
Did you all catch the story that Kerry Katona has been sacked from her job promoting Iceland? The shop to go to if you're having a family get together? Have you all noticed that in every advert about Iceland Katona was in, there was always around 200 people there? No? Go get a tele-box. Well, she's been sacked after a video showed her snorting cocaine. Now I'm not going to have a rant about Katona here, it's more a rant about the stupidity revolving around doing stupid things when you're a famous person, where everything you do will be found out somehow. And shopping at Iceland.
Now, we've all seen it. Front page stories in Stories of the Universe and the Nightly Moon about certain celebrities (this week, the contestant is Kerry Katona) either getting absolutely smashed in a London/Manchester/Liverpool night club - it's never places like Loughborough, or Bracknell. Always the glitzy places. Surely going to a place like Bracknellwould make you less vulnerable to the Paparazzi batallion that patrols the streets of England daily, hoping to catch the latest celebrity scandal where a female celebrity went out of her house without the biggest sunglasses she'd come accross in yesterday's Gucci sale of 0.000000000000000000000001% everything. But surely being in a place like Bracknell would aid the celebrities that do like to have more fun than the celebrities that are watched constantly. Have you ever actually seen anyone in Bracknell? I've seen many cars drive through Bracknell, including myself, but never actually stop there. I can see it now in The Extremely Hot Orange Round Thing - Bracknell Becomes Celebrity Safe Haven. Althought I doubt these tabloids know what a safe haven is.
Now, if by chance that you're reading this, and are on the verge of becoming the latest hot property this world has to offer, then you should stay away from the Londons, Manchesters and Liverpools if you want to have fun. Bracknell is where it's at.
The second story that caught my eye is one that I find absolutely scandalous. The Calum Davenport incident. Heard of it? A young, English, 26 year old West Ham centre back was stabbed in the last few days, in both legs. His mother too. It's absolutely awful. A centre back that I believe had a chance at an England call up for the World Cup next summer, his career has been cut short by two lunatics with knives. Now these people don't deserve to see the outside of a jail cell ever again. And do you know what they've been charged with? Grevious Bodily Harm and Accidental Bodily Harm. And that's the scandalous part. Accidental? So you, Mr. Judge, have come to the conclusion that these guys accidentally broke into Davenports house, accidentally brought a knife with them, and accidentally stabbed Calum and his mother in both legs? I can really see where you're coming from with that. The latest news is that the mother is okay, she wasn't badly hurt, but that Calum Davenport may actually lose a leg. That's just awful. He's only 26! Chrissake.
I think that ends this rant of a post. And in all honesty, I didn't like that style of blog. I'll stick to the updates of my life, thank you very much.
So long, farewell, auf Weidersehn and good night.
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