From cnn.com:
Elizabeth Taylor, who has been thin and not-so-thin, says she won’t starve herself to be like Hollywood’s size-zero starlets.
“I wish I could be that size, but I can’t be,” Taylor says in the August issue of Harper’s Bazaar, on newsstands July 25. “I enjoy food too much. In the end, I’m too hedonistic. I enjoy pleasures.”
Pink Floyd’s Barrett dies aged 60
Syd Barrett, one of the original members of legendary rock group Pink Floyd, has died at the age of 60 from complications arising from diabetes.
The guitarist was the band’s first creative force and an influential songwriter, writing their early hits.
He joined Pink Floyd in 1965 but left three years later after one album. He went on to live as a recluse, with his mental deterioration blamed on drugs.
“He died very peacefully a couple of days ago,” the band’s spokeswoman said.
“There will be a private family funeral.”
A statement from Pink Floyd said: “The band are naturally very upset and sad to learn of Syd Barrett’s death.
“Syd was the guiding light of the early band line-up and leaves a legacy which continues to inspire.”
He was born Roger Barrett in Cambridge and met future bandmates Roger Waters and David Gilmour at school in Cambridge.
He originally busked folk songs around Europe with Gilmour before enrolling at the Camberwell School of Art in London.
Upon joining the Pink Floyd Sound – as they were originally known – he composed See Emily Play and Arnold Layne, both from 1967, as well as most of their album The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.
‘Mental breakdown’
However, his drug intake soon began to affect his place in the band.
Often he would be seen standing on stage with his guitar dangling from his neck, staring into the crowd.
At one stage he was unhappy about appearing on Top of the Pops and walked out of a session recording in July 1967 after “freaking out”.
“That really was the first sign of his complete mental breakdown,” producer Richard Buskin wrote later.
“He never did come back into the studio any more after that, meaning that I had a hell of a hard time with the recordings”.
He did turn up again, ironically on the day the other band members were recording a tribute to him, Shine On You Crazy Diamond.
Just as Pink Floyd were about to achieve worldwide success, he retreated from public life to return to Cambridge.
‘Influence continues’
Members of the band felt his breakdown might have happened even if he had not used drugs but felt that along with the pressures of fame, the substances he took probably acted as a catalyst.
After he finally drifted out of the music scene, his whereabouts were unknown for two decades, until he turned out to be living with his mother.
Syd Barrett’s biographer Tim Willis paid tribute to Barrett’s legacy, saying: “I don’t think we would have the David Bowie we have today if it wasn’t for Syd.
“Arnold Lane is still one of Bowie’s favourites. He sang it the other day, I believe. And in fact Bowie was very much a kind of clone of Syd in the early years,” he told BBC Radio Five Live.
“His influence is still going. New bands discover him all the time, there’s always a Syd revival going on.
“If it wasn’t the punks, it was REM, and I’m sure that Arnold Lane and Emily Play as pop songs will live forever.”
What you need to know about me: I LOATHE superhero movies — absolutely abhor them. I would rather light my fucking hair on fire than go see like a Spidey or an X-Men or any of those other ridiculous, NO-talent horseshit types of movies. I am actually hateful about them.
With that being said…I went to see Superman Returns this afternoon. Please hear me now when I tell you that you cannot get your fatass to a goddamned movie theater fast enough to see this film.
You cannot get there fast enough.
A few days ago, I wrote my best friend, Satania, an email…letting her know that I have finally, finally, finally — after four long years — been officially diagnosed. Last night I got back the following response:
Stinky,
I am glad you finally got a diagnosis. I know it was very frustrating not knowing. Let me just say, though, that it is just like you to have a disease that occurs in LESS than 0.0006% of the world’s population. Even in affliction, you defy mediocrity.
Love you,
Tania
I wrote her back:
“This may just be the single greatest letter anybody ever sent me.”
I love you, Miss Satania. You’re the most precious friend an old hooker like myself could ever hope for.
Sometimes a good public shaming is all that’s needed to break it down for a motherfucker.
HA!
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Yes, of course, she was mortified and upset that she was photographed almost dropping her baby on his head on the street:
But apparently her mortification only goes so far; she seemed just fine with wearing this abomination whilst sashaying about New York City:
She needed this latest baby incident like Joan Collins needs her pussy stretched.
Perhaps it’s because I have a daughter who is just a few years younger than Britney, but I gotta tell you, kids — bearing witness to the high-profile train-wreck that is this young woman’s life is breaking my fucking heart.
Britney Spears stumbled on her way out of her hotel on Thursday afternoon while trying to make her way through a throng of paparazzi and onlookers. She was juggling a glass in one hand and baby Sean in the other and nearly dropped her son during the stumble. TMZ is reporting that the pop star was heard to say, “This is why I need a gun,” after the incident.
Yeah…but she didn’t spill a single drop of her Mountain Dew, now did she, goddamnit?
Oh, and don’t forget to gaze with horror upon his little hat turned to the side, just like his rotten, trashy, worthless, piece ‘o shit father.
Please, I am begging someone to get this ignorant, unfortunate young mama a fucking mothering mentor as soon as possible — before she kills this poor child.
I never liked this hooker anyway. I’m totally “Team Linda.”
From Dlisted:
Paul McCartney issued this statement about his separation to Heather Mills:
“It’s been suggested that she married me for the money and there is not an ounce of truth in this.”
Whether or not that statement is true…Heather could walk away with a quarter of Paul’s £825 Million fortune. That means she could stand to make about $400 Million US.
When they were married back in 2002, no pre-nup was signed. That idiot!
I won’t make anymore jokes about her fake leg, I promise! However, here’s a joke that I did NOT come up with:
Harry was going about his goldmining job when there was a terrible accident and the mine caved in. He came round in hospital to find he’d had his leg cut off to get him free from the ruins.
Harry was distraught. “I’ll never work again he said!”
“No” reassured his pal Ernie. “You’ll get work”
“But who would want a one-legged golddigger?” he asked
“Paul McCartney!”
Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 facts about yourself. In the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.
1) The bandaged dressing on my left hand is driving me bonkers. Being unable to do dishes and having to cover it with a gallon-sized ziplock bag tied off with a rubber band when you take a shower is inconveniencing enough, trust me — but just try dealing with this particular sitch WHEN YOUR MAIN MANIFESTATION OF OCD IS REPEATED AND PERSISTENT HANDWASHING WITH YUMMY ROSEMARY HANDSOAP. Yeah. I’m slowly being driven insane.
2) And speaking of that yummy smell, Gregory and I are going on a fieldtrip to the local garden nursery this weekend whereupon I am going to purchase myself both a lavender and a rosemary plant. I am excited to poke around and find just the right ones. I look forward to deeply inhaling the earthy smell of the place.
3) Next Tuesday I am scheduled for a full body bone scan which, according to my rock star rheumy, if all goes as planned, is the very, very last stop on a seemingly neverending four year odyssey to find out just what the fuck is wrong with me. It’s been a long time and I look forward to finally facing this beast mano y fucking mana, baby.
4) In between the last entry and this, I went in and moved a load of laundry around and as I was doing so, an astonishing thought hit me: Living in this screen in front of me, I have very real friends I have never even met…yet whom I still think about and talk about and worry about and laugh about and for whom I feel great, great affection. After all these years, this still never fails to surprise and please me no end. If not for this screen in front of me, I would never have known many of you — so for this screen, and for all of you, I am so very, very grateful.
5) I have realized that I am completely obsessed with European History — to the point of reading about or watching programs about virtually nothing else. Perhaps after I make my fortune and move to Malibu, I shall go back to school and become a professor of European History. Tweed, in fact, becomes me. Hey, a dame can dream, can’t she?
6) For Mother’s Day, along with a priceless poem from my teenage son, I was gifted with two drop-dead gorgeous necklaces and a pair of earrings (all garnet — my faviest of faves), an entire legion of my beloved ol’ school Fisher-Price wooden Little People to add to my increasingly burgeoning collection (if you have any laying around the house that you wish to sell or dispose of, drop me a line!), and the following…which is just the most exquisite object I have ever seen. It occupies a place of great honor in our living room — right on top of our old Danish Modern china cabinet that contains my also beloved collection of Pez, now about 500 strong.
She is just so lovely…you cannot even imagine. I smile and marvel at her beauty every single time I pass her by…and sometimes even affectionately reach out and stroke her spleen:
(Oh, and Clownie don’t play the whole “tag” people thing; do it if you want to, kids.)
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