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09.03.2006 | |
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Gosh. Isn't Natalie Portman cute? With her Harvard degree and her elfin haircut and her affair with Darth and all that? The answer is a sound no. And if you want to argue the point with Nats herself I suggest you check out her Saturday Night Live appearance first. I don't know about you guys, but I'm terrified.
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02.03.2006 | |
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In case anyone has missed the hilarious sideshow that is Britney Spears' marriage to Kevin Federline, here's a quick catch up:Britney was a super-hot young popstar who grew up and wanted to dance wearing less and less clothing every single day. Then she married a chavvy dancing guy called Kevin, became the ricest chavette you've ever seen, forgot to be a singer and allowed her dumb-as-a-rock husband to try his hand at that music lark. The result? Possibly the most utter baffling thing to come out of a professional recording studio... ever: Popo Zao. His song surfaced online a while back, and we've even been blessed with the utter numpty jamming smugly to his own track in front of cameras. And if that wasn't enough, now we can enjoy this amazing remix of Popo Zao - as K-Fed puts it himself, it's an 'ass shaker'.
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02.02.2006 | |
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Rock stars have always been known for their excess. Drink, drugs, groupies... There was a time when you just weren't rock if you weren't face down in a puddle of your own puke the second you walked off stage. Sadly, high living can end in six feet under, and there's a veritable encyclopaedia of musicians who have bit the dust before their time. So who's the blame for untimely ends? There are a few theories, and a group of religious types have come up with one of the most... interesting. They're yet to explain how the likes of Iggy, Ozzy and Bowie are still around, but there's plenty of time for that, right?
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26.01.2006 | |
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I bet you all want to know what great big nasty Jonathan King has been up to since things went slightly awry for him. Well today's your lucky day. Obviously not keen on keeping a low profile after his very public dressing down, King has chosen to dedicate one of his own songs to everyone's favourite PR swine Max Clifford. Entitled The Silver Stoat, it's a charming West Country knees-up affair that informs the general public: 'You may not believe him as he sucks on Satan's bile / But the evil he disseminates is absolutely vile!' If you think you're up to taking a lesson in moral conduct from Jonathan King, you can find the full version at his MySpace page. An excellent place, as we al know, for someone to appeal to that crucial youth vote. Nice.
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19.01.2006 | |
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Internal jukebox is both a curse and a blessing. On the upside, having a song stuck in your brain can be the most uplifting thing when you're wandering home from the pub. Ah, the simple pleasure of a drunken sing-song. The bad side of Internal Jukebox is the song you don't know, with lyrics you can't remember and a tune you can't quite do justice to while humming at your friends. The end result is never being quite able to place what you just can't get out of your head. The horror! But feel the agony of the unknown no longer, my friends, because Song Tapper is here to save the day. As long as you can reproduce the beat of your mystery track, Song Tapper promises to decifer the tune and give you the answers you seek. And then you can stop your random bloody humming for good, thus bringing joy to all those around you. Genius.
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19.12.2005 | |
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I like to imagine that when writing The Lord of the Rings, Tolkien spent his time sipping a fine red wine, smoking an ornate pipe and listening to some classical music. Some Schubert, maybe. On a gramophone. It's almost certain that he wasn't listening to the likes of Britney Spears, wondering all the while how the trailer park princess could be incorporated into his 580-years-in-the-making epic. And gyrating to her infectious rhythms. But that's his loss. If you've ever wondered exactly what Gandalf dances around in his pants to, it's time to find out...
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08.12.2005 | |
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The price of fandom is high. Sometimes too high. Who would have known that I would acrue several thousand pounds worth of debt and a short prison sentence just because I wanted to be close to TV sleuth extraordinaire John Nettles? Not me, that's for sure!Why not try haunting your favourite celebrity's steps the legal way? Celebrity Skin are here to help you pursue that very dream. Through them you can safely purchase your very own baggie of Jack Black's skin cells. Or maybe Norman Mailer's wee is more your thing? It's a steal at fifteen bucks. The ideal Christmas gift for any deranged reader of Heat. (Please note: Micheal Stipe bacteria is out of stock).
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01.12.2005 | |
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Writing this blog is a minefield, did you know that? I saw way too much naked Mitchell brother in the quest for an interesting link. I honestly don't think I will ever recover from the horror. To overcompensate we bring you the cutest, most innocent thing this side of Kitten War - The JCB Song Guaranteed to have you feeling nostalgic for someone else's childhood within seconds. And absolutely no stripping Eastenders.
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24.11.2005 | |
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Here in Blighty we just don't do Christmas like the Yanks. If we take Home Alone as a fly-on-the-wall documentary, rather than a disturbing portrayal of an abandoned child doling out extreme violence, then we can witness the American delight in decking out the house in enough lights to power most of Wales for a decade. Just be grateful you don't live next door to this residence. Fun? Yes. Loud? Guaranteed. Vaguely terrifying? You better believe it. Fa la la la laaaa, la la la laaaaa....
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17.11.2005 | |
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If it's obvious is it still funny?The answer is clearly a resounding YES. Obvious things are always the funniest. Like nuns. Or a cat suddenly falling off a wall. Simple yet timeless comedy genius. That's why using a Speak n' Spell to 'sing' your favourite pop classics will never stop being the epitome of hilarity. An old idea, maybe, but a classic.
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