ok

Today, during an afternoon management meeting, the Director of Front of House Operations recommended that OK magazine be utilized as a tool to keep tags on our current customer base.

Ok Brad
Ok Oprah
Ok Victoria
Ok Scarlett
Ok Angelina
Ok Madonna
Ok Colin & Justin
Ok Vanessa
Ok Robbie
Ok Nicole
Ok David
Ok Billie
Ok Ant

Oh - fuck off Jade - didn't see you there.

Ok, that's better.

idol

During the pilot stage of a televised audition and casting show conceived to pluck a short list and crown this years blog idol from a circus of thousands of mostly dismal applicants, the self-appointed (and some would say, rashly opinionated) judging committee abandoned their project in it's rudimentary stages over an irksome argument that developed whilst deciding the final name for this award. The following short list formed the battleground upon which no reliable conclusion could be arrived at:

jack idol
cheerful idol
beautiful idol
unreliable idol
revolutionary idol
humdrum idol
pandemic idol
goldfish idol
flux idol

I myself, being bone idle, thought this a more accurate moniker for these ever reflexive activities.

It was subsequently muted that a runners-up show filmed at Elstree studios would be considered, in which these candidates would be encouraged to blog in and out of each others lives in pretended domestic intimacy and these interactions be monitored and commented upon. The working title of this show is Celebrity Big Blogger.

hello

It was recently suggested to me by a friend that reading Hello magazine would give me the advantage at work of knowing which celebrities were in town and whom is dating whom.

Hello Kurt
Hello Pete
Hello Kate
Hello Kylie
Hello Justin
Hello Renee
Hello Goldie
Hello Jordan
Hello Britney
Hello Jennifer
Hello Victoria
Hello Sir Richard
Hello Your Royal Highness


Well now, isn't this nice...