Articles tagged with: Manchester
Usher Tries Not To Be Unfaithful
Usher, or Raymond when he wears those plaid jackets, is struggling not to bonk everything that moves now he is married and has a baby son to bring up. Poor, rich bastard. Whether you like Usher's music or not, it must be said that the boy can dance; predominantly he dances like a spaz, but he sure can throw some crazy moves together. And it's perhaps these slinky footsteps that have gotten his erect penis into trouble before. His reputation for banging broads like a horny puppy is well known in celebrity land.
Usher, or Raymond when he wears those plaid jackets, is struggling not to bonk everything that moves now he is married and has a baby son to bring up. Poor, rich bastard. Whether you like Usher's music or not, it must be said that the boy can dance; predominantly he dances like a spaz, but he sure can throw some crazy moves together. And it's perhaps these slinky footsteps that have gotten his erect penis into trouble before. His reputation for banging broads like a horny puppy is well known in celebrity land.
Usher Gets Booed For Being An Idiot
What's the first thing you should do when you play a concert, other than plug stuff in and check your flies? That's right, you work out which town you're playing. The fastest way to alienate any crowd is to go onstage, mistakenly blurt out a greeting meant for another town located more than 250 miles away and get booed by the crowd because you're obviously a dick. Perhaps someone should have pointed this out to Usher before his performance at the Radio 1 Big Weekend festival in Maidstone, where he bounded out onstage and bellowed "Hello Manchester!" to a chorus of boos. Usher should be thankful he got away that lightly. This was Maidstone, after all - he's lucky a pregnant 12-year-old didn't stab him in the eye with a sawn-off bottle of Bacardi Breezer.
What's the first thing you should do when you play a concert, other than plug stuff in and check your flies? That's right, you work out which town you're playing. The fastest way to alienate any crowd is to go onstage, mistakenly blurt out a greeting meant for another town located more than 250 miles away and get booed by the crowd because you're obviously a dick. Perhaps someone should have pointed this out to Usher before his performance at the Radio 1 Big Weekend festival in Maidstone, where he bounded out onstage and bellowed "Hello Manchester!" to a chorus of boos. Usher should be thankful he got away that lightly. This was Maidstone, after all - he's lucky a pregnant 12-year-old didn't stab him in the eye with a sawn-off bottle of Bacardi Breezer.
