Sure, sure, Paris may be six months ahead of New York, but it’s clear from this picture of socialite Tamara Ecclestone at the Skyfall premiere, London is a year behind LA. Surely this must have been a deliberate pose.
No, really. I mean, it’s too much to imagine that there’s been a rash of “pee down your leg on the red carpet” bets lost in the past few months.
Don’t say I never did nuthin’ for ya…that is, if ya are an Anglophilic Sherlock Holmes fan who just can’t get enough of your literate and literary pin-up boy. Here he is, keepin’ it real in the Inner City.
Moriarty, by the way, is also real, or so we hear.
Behold the “glories” of Romanian model and poor liar Ioana Spangenberg, who claims she eats three big meals a day. I remember when Marie Osmond was boasting of a “natural” twenty inch waist” too; those were the days she was eating one apple a day and throwing it up, and she’s not five six. Nor, frankly, are many models who don’t work on fetish sites. Do your best/worst to the Human Skeleton in the comments, and points will be lost for obviousness for anyone who posts “eat a sammich.”
How I love the interwebs. You could just be minding your own business, trawling the celebusphere for evidence of poor accessorizing amongst the Kardashian Klan when suddenly, you’re confronted with the world’s most compelling BEFORE picture: stark evidence that while our fascination with glamour may result in some remarkable transformations, that these do not come without pain or their share of ugliness.
On that note, let me present to you what has been described as “the funniest skit in tv history,” Mrs Brown’s Bikini Wax from RTÉ Television in Ireland.
Looks like a dead badger on flypaper.