Grown Up Gossip & Internet Villainy
The curse of the young child celebrity appears to have struck again, knocking down loveable/hateable (delete as appropriate) Canadian pop star Justin Bieber. And boy, are some of his fans pissed.
You see, Bieber manages to lure in an audience that is best described as pre-teen. A lot of his listeners are 8 or 9-year olds who can’t really tell that his music is largely dross, and they simply like him because he appears to be an inoffensive muppet.
Axl Rose is a bloated prick isn’t he? Seriously. He’s an astonishingly shit human. He preens about this Earth like his balls are clad in gold, when really, he’s just a chubby shrieker with a chemically peeled pink head. These days, he’s less the frontman for a rock group and more like a pi?ata filled with faeces.
And hilariously, the Irish didn’t mind letting him know. Of course, he’s well known for making the people he’s supposed to love (the fans) wait and wait without regard for them in the slightest, by entering the live arena as late as he possibly can.
As such, the Irish took the pi?ata feeling and tried to knock his insides out with bottles.
Have you seen this O2 ad campaign on billboards, the underground, press, TV, in-store and online? (for O2 customers only)
Take a picture of the shiny ?I? on your phone in any of these surroundings (yes, even online) and text it with the letters ?NYE? to 63333 and you\’ll receive a reply with the ?I? (acting as a door) opening to reveal either a Christmas scene, or an image of The O2 ? the latter signifying you are a winner of tickets to one of the New Year?s Eve events at The O2, featuring Elton John, 2ManyDJs (@ matter) and Hed Kandi.
The Spice Girls reunion has been rubbish – singles have tanked, albums have underperformed and nobody seems to care about their live show whatsoever.
But somehow, despite all that, the Spice Girls have managed to make £10 million from their string of concerts at the O2. That's £10 million each, by the way.
And if we were the Spice Girls' accountants, we'd recommend that they should be prudent with this new windfall because, treated sensibly, it could be enough for them to never work again. Basically, we want the Spice Girls to never work again.
When hecklerspray saw 30 Days Of Night last year, we had to admit that we found it a little creepy.
After all, the idea of being surrounded by rat-faced violent sociopaths for an entire month is something that should send a shiver down the spine of any right-thinking human being. Unless, of course, you live anywhere near Wigan, in which case that's just business as usual all year round.
Still – there's actually one thing that unsettles us more than spending 30 days in the company of bloodsucking vampires, and that's spending 30 days in the company of 'unique' pop star Michael Jackson. Note: this fear isn't particularly based on any of his face-falling-apart, dangling-babies-over-balconies habits, but more to do with the fact that he might try singing Heal The World at us over and over again.
You've gotta feel sorry, then, for the O2 Arena. For it's looking very likely that Jacko is all set to fly over to the UK and perform a 30 day stint. A bit like Prince did, except that everyone going to see him only really paid attention to the popular eighties stuff and politely ignored the rest.
Hang on…
The Spice Girls gave something rather special to their audience this week – no, Geri Halliwell didn't do the decent thing and cover herself up for once, but the Spice Girls all brought their children onstage.
During their performance of Mama at the O2 arena in London on Tuesday night, it's been reported that most of the Spice Girls brought their children onstage to say hello to the thousands of buyerless eBay touts who make up their audience these days. In the middle of the song Victoria Beckham, Mel B and Emma Bunton all brought their kids out on stage. In fact, the only Spice Girl mother not to introduce her child to the audience was Geri Halliwell, for fear that the effect of 20,000 people all derisively going "pffft" at the same time after hearing the name Bluebell Madonna would knock over a lighting rig or flip the stage upside down or something.
Last night at the O2 arena in London, something momentous happened – a bunch old men played some old songs and everyone wet themselves.
We're talking about Led Zeppelin, of course – last night marked the long-awaited, obscenely-anticipated, ticket website-melting Led Zeppelin comeback at the O2. But even though the band is now made up of Michael Winner, a curly-haired toby jug, a bank manager and someone's son, could Led Zeppelin match the hype? We've got a round-up of some of the best Led Zeppelin reviews from last night for you, saving you the trouble of wading through the foaming avalanche yourself.
Warning: the following article contains the phrase "Page dispensed powerchords like an aged Thor lobbing down thunderbolts for kicks." Seriously.
Like most heterosexual males, seeing Take That in concert is not at the top of this writer's life experiences, but last week that exactly thing happened when a girlfriend situation forced us to attend their latest concert on their Beautiful World tour.
We found ourselves surrounded by thousands of women, baying for the blood of the objects of their desires. The gig began with support coming from an unnamed woman, whose talent with a saxophone and vocals proved far superior than the other supporting act; Sophie Ellis Bextor (yes, she is still trying to give this singing lark a go) who was living off past glories for duration of her set, the only song garnering any kind of crowd reaction was the 2000 summer hit Groovejet, a collaboration with that household name DJ Spiller.
