Rehab on Friday, fish supper on Sunday – normal weekend for Winehouse!

Amy Winehouse spent the weekend at her favourite hospital after a long week of boozing.

The London Clinic in Marylebone is a regular haunt for Amy, who uses it as a luxury hotel when she is coming off a drinking binge.

Amy has a regular routine after a big weekend of drinking.

Friday Night – Check into hospital
Saturday – Sleep all day and re-energise
Sunday – Check out of hospital and venture off to favourite restaurant, The Fish Works

How do we know?

Amy was paptured once again on Marylebone High St yesterday going to her favourite fish restaurant after a weekend at the Clinic.

It’s getting rather predictable!

Kevin Costner and wife have third baby

Kevin Costner and wife Christine have just welcomed a third child to their family.

Costner, 55, and Christine, 36, have given birth to Grace Avery Costner on Wednesday afternoon in LA.

Kevin already has three grown children from a previous relationship.

Quite the family.

Congratulations!

Big Brother, Big Bother?

Close Encounters of The Absurd Kind

Ladies and Gentlemen; I’m excited! “But why?” I hear echoing from the crowds. As the expression goes, it’s “freezing brass monkeys” outside, some have even been lucky enough to get a few inches over the festive period (of snow you filthy devils!) and it’s the first Monday back after New Year. So what do I have to be so excited about?

Three words: Celebrity. Big. Brother.

As we enter into a new decade full of endless possibilities, we find ourselves once again presented with a new set of cough cough “celebrities” ready and willing to humiliate themselves on national television, all in a bid to resurrect their flailing/non existent careers (not that they’d admit to this). Quite honestly, I cannot wait. Read the rest of this entry »

Jordan: The ‘price’ we pay for boredom?

Close Encounters of The Absurd Kind

It seems appropriate, given her recent escapades on ‘I’m a celebrity… get me out of here,’ that Katie Price aka Jordan should become the focus of my first blog.

Despite harbouring feelings of loathing and disgust towards this part human, part plastic, part Botox post-modern creation, she somehow manages to conjure an inexplicable allure that compels me to watch her suffer as she is forced to chow down on monkey testicles (I’m not referring to her sex tape with Dane Bowers) and wash them down with some beetle juice (again not meant as a euphemism) Read the rest of this entry »