She’s funny, gutsy but vulnerable, and has a wardrobe that Elton John would envy.
I like to imagine that at Link’s funeral, as the coffin is about to depart, the lid rises up and a voice says…
He was probably that kid at parties who won the final prize during Pass the Parcel, because the adults had to fix it to stop him throwing a sulk when he lost.
Does anyone really care that Hilaria Baldwin “faked” her Spanish heritage?
Much as I admire Mayweather’s skill, I have more fun picking my nose than watching his clinical delivery.
Forget the real housewives of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills; Giggy was always the star.
Bravo held out for Jax as long as it could; but in our current times, a verbally abusive, promiscuous man with an uncontrolled temper – and a thief, to boot – is not good news for any broadcaster whose priority is protecting its brand.
There are basically just two questions people want answered when going online: who’s dead and who’s s****ing whom: coffins and bonkings.
Heck, Windows 2021 is almost upon us, and with no Christmas parties to hone their pulling skills, men are going to find leaner pickings as they lose out to hungrier (and richer) rivals.
I always fancied Blake myself, but I have an aversion to beards, so it was never a goer. Add to that the fact that I am not an international superstar, beautiful, and boasting a stunning figure, but hey, details, details.