Showing posts with label She magazine. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009


Three good "I Told You So" celebrity splits

Three leading ladies broke up with their men last week, and I bet the cry of "I told you so!" was heard all over UK and USA.

Jennifer Aniston was apparently kicked into touch (again) by the slimeball John Mayer. Every time they have been pictured together, the evil photo editors have chosen pictures where Jen is gazing at Mayer, who is always looking vacantly into space. Is there a brain thing going on? I mean, has he actually got one?

The likes of Grazia, Heat at el,plus "Jen's closest friends," as the magazines always say, have been urging the poor girl to give him up for ages. I said a few weeks ago that it was time Jen's PR people started to spin stories in her favour, and it seems they're finally doing it. With classic bad timing, She magazine coaches us on Jennifer's five tips for happiness. Hurrah, they're finally trying to position Jen as a happy, fulfilled individual rather than a desperate lonely 40-something who still pines for the vacuous Brad.

Another lady with a blighted love life has kicked her fiance into touch. Geri Halliwell got engaged after a whirlwind romance and sadly we all knew it wouldn't last. He was some wealthy Italian. It had all the hallmarks of a Geri romance. Infatuation and then over familiarity and the realisation that he isn't Mr Right. At least the girl moves on quickly and doesn't prolong the agony.
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And the final casualty was the frankly rather loathsome Kerry Katona (who?). Originally famous for being an ex-Atomic Kitten and winner of I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here, Kerry's life has been car crash TV ever since. Her solution to a weight problem is radical liposuction. She continued being the housewife face of Iceland's TV adverts despite being outed as a drug addict and bad mother. Her mother and friends constantly tell the tabloids evil stories for money. And then she married some low life, Mark Croft, who has apparently taken the dim girl to the cleaners. It seems she's been rejected by Iceland too in favour of the more wholesome Coleen Nolan.

The next celeb marriage to founder, in my view, will be that of Liz Hurley (oh how she hates the abbreviation from Elizabeth to Liz) and Arun Nayer. One of the papers said tellingly that Arun is finding his wife cold and obsessed with advancing her social position. Piers Morgan tells in his latest autobiography how he and a group of editors and schmoozers voted Hurley into the top 10 of the worst divas. He remarked that apart from wearing that safety pinned Versace dress, what has she ever done? And yet she has terrible airs and graces. Not bad for a girl from Basingstoke!