Friday, 17 August 2007

The Breakfast Of Champions...

Had his Weetabix: Gordon eats three. With a splash of milk. And a teaspoon of sugar. Because he's on his summer holidays.




Friday August 17th - Gordon is 'in the wind' right now. Not a peep has been heard from him since he decamped north of Hadrian's Wall. Perhaps he is preparing a media offensive, the likes of which we have never seen. He will come back of tour and crush Diet Blair with an iron fist and found a dynasty that will reign uninterrupted for several millenia to come. Either that or he's actually sleeping. One article a while ago stated that Gordon was normally awake at 5:30AM, and that when he spoke to his ministers shortly after that he was more often than not working his way through a bowl of cereal. Dedication's what you need. (Roy Castle. Holla!) At any rate he's been through it since he took over from Blair and all the obiah curses his former boss has placed on him have withered in the face of Gordon's relentless determination.


That compulsive shatterer of illusions, The Daily Mail, let the cat out of the bag today. Prince's dancers - the statuesque ladies known as The Twinz, have been named. They are Maya and Nancy McClean from Sydney. The sisters started out as dancers on a Royal Caribbean cruise ship in 2003, before a run on Australian Idol. After that they were in a production of the Lion King. How they went from that to Prince's backing dancers is anyone's guess. Perhaps he pulled the 'alleged' Kate Nash maneouvre and had them 'brought' to him.


And, finally - Glamour model, Jordan was apparently trying to get at Prince this week, because she had a song idea for him. That's what the world is coming to. You and your husband butchered, sorry, bludgeoned the shit out of, the joint from Aladdin and now you're trying to holla at The Kid like it's all love? You're dead wrong for that. Mr Nelson. My solemn and unbiased advice: Run, mate. Run as fast as those pointy little stilleto boots will allow.