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video footage by anton corbijn. taken form the live-dvd one night in paris.

album: black celebration
year: 1986

Ms. Kesha Lee

Attention fans and connoiseur of the sublime ! Just when you thought you were content, just when you thought you had seen it all, just as you said you’d experienced the greatest sensations known to mankind, comes a slice of Nirvana in this lifetime. In the name of hype, Joe Stern-McGovern and Shaka Productions of Universal Artists, International continue to slowly feed hungry listeners more and more information about their latest sensation, Southern Belle and modern icon, Ms. Kesha Lee.

In a recent Hollywood survey regarding the direction of shooting stars, Ms. Kesha Lee of Joe Stern-McGovern fame and Shaka Productions of Universal Artist, International’s leadership, provided a heavyweight lineup including the Black Flock Gang and the singular name spoken of so fondly on the lips of all who long for lyrical perfection, melodic heaven, and stunning looks, Ms. Kesha Lee.

Many men who’ve crossed the path of Ms. Kesha Lee claim they’ve encountered a vision, a mirage, and goddess. Demigod? One can’t say with any degree of certainty, but they must admit to a beauty which makes even the most chaste of a grown man cry.

The press gather around Joe Stern-McGovern, global agent and President of Universal Artists, and Shaka of Shaka Productions, as they field questions in feverish manner as to the rumors of perfection in their wings. Joe Stern-McGovern takes the podium with Shaka by his side and reveals, Ms. Kesha Lee, their trophy, their crown jewel, and their ace in the hole diva.

As they withdraw the curtain draped over the portrait of Ms. Kesha Lee, the room is filled with the sound of rapid SLR shutters as the press clamor, and blinding bulbs of a hundred and one paparrazi.

On top of her game

If you’re a consumer interested in value, a music lover interested in lyrical and melodic perfection, or a fan who wants to claim allegiance, loyalty, and attach their own name to that of the freshest face since Britney, Christina, and Rihanna, scour stores near you for the latest release of Ms. Kesha Lee before her album and that of the Black Flock Gang, www.myspace.com/blackflockgang, is sold out, as certain as tomorrow.

For more information on Ms. Kesha Lee, please visit www.universalartists.net today, and for queries such as fan requests or for guest appearances, please write Universal Artists, International at payments@universalartists.net. To stay posted on the movement of the crowd shaker, Ms. Kesha Lee, expect regular future updates at www.myspace.com/universalartists. For international queries, please write Joe Stern-McGovern’s personal assistant at joesternmcgovern@myspace.com.

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Once, when he suffered a particularly bad spell, he was off primary school for nearly a month. To you and me, a lengthy period of leave from work might sound like a dream come true, but for children it is more like an extended jail sentence. Upon his return, his teacher opened the door and ushered him into the room, at which point his classmates burst into a spontaneous round of applause. As he stood there, slightly dumbfounded by this display of generosity, his teacher patted him on the shoulder, smiled warmly and welcomed him back. The other children continued to clap as he shyly made his way back to his seat.

James, James' Mum, Chef Wan of Malaysia

Though this experience did not happen to me, though it might be third hand information, it has been rattling around inside my mind for a good few months now. In a slightly strange way, it is a story to which I can relate: you might find the analogy somewhat strained, but over the next few paragraphs allow me to explain how this connects to my life and a chain of events which kick-started some time ago.

The regular readers amongst you will already know that I have been writing a series of cookbooks. I’m nearing the end of that long, winding and mostly uphill road: books three and four, entitled veg. and cake. respectively, are in the can and due to be published in September, and I’m currently in the early stages of prepping number five. The thinking behind the series of four books was to create a set of pocket-sized, affordable guides which offered a range of quick and easy recipes for cooks of all abilities. Just because people have to tighten their belts financially does not mean they have to tighten their actual belts. Food might need to be cheap, but it does not have to be nasty.

When that idea first lit up like a cartoon light bulb above my head, little did I know that around a year later I would be standing on a stage in Paris, shaking hands with Edouard Cointreau, and receiving the award for the Best Series Cookbook In The World at the Gourmand Awards. The Gourmand seal of approval is a prestigious achievement in my line of work, so I can now be mentioned in the same breath as the likes of, amongst others, Heston Blumenthal and Harold McGee. To say that this is a big deal is not me blowing my own trumpet – or rather, twiddling my own whisk – to be completely frank, I can barely believe those words as I write them. Things like this shouldn’t happen to wee lads from Portadown, Northern Ireland. At school we were taught not to aim high, but rather to slip into comfortable mediocrity – particularly if you were like me, who had as much interest in sport as a rock does in pole vaulting, and was more intrigued by Home Economics and other equally unmanly activities.

If school allowed me to fall through the net, thankfully I had the support and encouragement of my family, as they gently nudged me along whichever path I chose. The same could be said for the team working behind the scenes at my company Whisk, and on the range of books which started with the germ of an idea that led to the publication of mix. in September 2008. When I travelled to France last week, I was accompanied by a party of fourteen from all over Europe. I would not have been able to climb my own personal mountain without these people, so I wanted them to be able to share in my proud moment. Originally, mix. Won the Best Cookbook Series In The UK award, which was an amazing accolade on its own, so I was all set to book my Eurostar to Paris to pick up that gong when I heard that I was being considered for the Best In World category. The noise of my jaw thudding against the floor was rivalled only by my heart thumping six beats faster.

At first I thought that it was a prank. Or perhaps some kind of mistake. However, standing nervously in the street, dolled up to the nines in a tuxedo in the blazing Parisian sunshine, it dawned on me that this was for real. While my friends were in a café eating lunch, I was outside, pacing anxiously, rehearsing my speech and trying to stop fidgeting. Calm down, James, I said. But James was not listening.

James with Edouard Cointreau Jnr

The Gourmand World Cookbook Awards took place at the Comédie Française, a beautiful theatre that has stood proudly for over three centuries. Grandiose is not strong enough a word. Upon entering, you feel as if you are royalty, as you are greeted by sweeping marble staircases and red carpets. The whole thing had a dreamlike quality to it: the sound of heels clipping the ornate floors and the excited chatter of the attendants got me right in the stomach. A strange mix of emotions washed over me which even now I find hard to mould into the correct words.

Monsieur Edouard Cointreau started proceedings with a typically fitting flourish. I should say that for someone with such a pedigree, he is one of the most down to earth, charming and friendly men that I have ever met. Receiving an award from him was an honour in more ways than one.

The Best Cookbook Series In World category was placed near the end of the ceremony, so I had an agonising wait, which mostly involved shifting in my chair, digging my nails into my palms and telling my mother not to worry. When I was called down from the balcony, I knew that I had won. My heart, by this stage in a severe state of exhaustion, began to pump faster again, and adrenalin burst forth like an uncorked bottle of champagne. As I approached the stage, Monsieur Cointreau spoke some very kind compliments about my book, and then I had half a minute to do my bit. Even if I could have expressed the jumble of feelings gurgling about in my stomach at that point, thirty seconds would barely have covered it.

My first instinct was to burst into tears, but mercifully, I made it to the end without embarrassing myself. If you want to check out my blethering for yourself, you can do so here.

James receiving award from Mons. Edouard Cointreau

It was not made any easier by the fact that there was a nine metres tall picture of mix. onscreen behind me. It was at that point that I was reminded afresh of my asthmatic friend of a friend. Some might find the comparison slightly crude, but making my entrance to the echo of applause, I felt as young and bashful as a primary pupil. More than that, after months of being unable to breathe, being weighed down by worry and fretful excitement, I was finally allowed to exhale. It felt, in short, wonderful.

The next hours passed in a blur. I can remember small snapshots, as if someone is holding up my own personal photograph album and quickly flicking the pages, but most details are lost to the buzz of nervous energy. That, and the abundance of Gosset Champagne, Frapin Cognac and canapés from Le Cordon Bleu cookery school on offer that night.

Now home in London, I’m back down to earth with a bump. Life goes on, normal service is resumed, and I might be able to get a proper night’s sleep for the first time in a long time. Here, however, I’m allowed much more than thirty seconds to articulate my thoughts and feelings. Now, with the benefit of distance and hindsight, I can say what I really wanted to say that night in Paris: thankyou.

Thankyou for reading, thankyou for your continued interest, thankyou for allowing me to be myself.

Thankyou. It means the world to me.

 

Ok, so a couple of days after Cassie had her “Gmail account hacked” and naked photos of her spread around the net quicker than swine flu, some duboius shots of Rihanna appeard online too (see below):

The general consensus at the time was “its not her” and I’ve gotta adimt, we agreed! However, her record company spokesperson further stoked the fire by stating “respect her privacy”.

Well now this video has hit the web! Its a Paris Hitton-esque night vision snippet of a woman who looks suspisiously like Rihanna, in what looks to be a sexual encounter! Check it out:

Now that woman does look like Rihanna, but we can’t see enough to be sure… Roll on June 22nd, when we’re told more of the tape will be shown! What do you think? Is it her? Holla!

Finally convinced that she’s a whore, Doug Reinhardt released a statement today about his break up with Paris Hilton. TMZ reports:

“Doug refuses to take part of this ridiculous media circus. He wishes Paris
and all of her future boyfriends the best of luck.” Guess he doesn’t think Ronaldo will be “The One?” And to add to it all, sources close to Doug told us, “Contrary to reports, Paris is begging him to take her back, she made a mistake and loves him 100%.”

Paris Hilton’s vagina is like Ellis Island, so of course she’s probably banging some other guy while I’m typing this. At least Doug Reinhardt seems pretty calm and nonchalant about this whole thing. Although I’m pretty sure that’ll all change when he can’t explain the green tentacles growing on his penis. Dude, you should probably get that looked at.

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I’m not talking about exploring your driving passions on a meandering S-curve road with a new BMW motorcycle, rather I’m talking about a come-clean Eliot Spitzer “moment” from Germany’s wealthiest woman. 

It’s a script right out of a movie — a tale of how lovers filmed their hotel trysts and one of the parties demanded millions of $$ to not reveal them.  Sort of a “One-Night in Paris” do-over, but ultimately it’s called blackmail?  Hey, you can’t make up drama this good! 

The woman is Susanne Klatten, a member of the Quandt family, who owns a 12.5% stake in BMW and is on the supervisory board.  She also owns just over half of the chemical company Altana AG.  The press reported that Klatten, a 46-year-old married mother-of-three, first met Helg Sgarbi a 43-year-old Swiss man at a hotel bar. In a weak moment Mr. Sgarbi embellished his bio by describing himself as a multilingual special envoy for war zones, although in reality he sold chicken at a fast food stand.  Not what you’d call on a career “fast-track”, but at least he wasn’t on drugs, broke and homeless like Ashley Dupre the call girl who brought down the Governor of NY (Spitzer).

The meetings, including hotel-room rendezvous, were secretly filmed by an accomplice and used in an attempt to extort millions from the family.  Ms Klatten paid the blackmailers $15 million to prevent the release of the tape and photos before additional requests for greater amounts ($51M) followed.   She then decided to file a legal complaint with the state prosecutors in Munich.

And if this news wasn’t sleazy enough, it turns out the Quandt family had ties to the Nazi party and built its fortune supplying German army and railway worker uniforms. Klatten’s grandfather’s first wife went on to marry Nazi propaganda chief Joseph Goebbels.  After a television program revealed that forced labor had been used in their factories as part of the Nazi war effort the family pledged a full investigation into the matter. 

I’m sure she will have the best attorney’s money can buy.  And she can buy a lot because her wealth is estimated by Forbes magazine at almost $10 billion, making her the 68th richest person in the world.  Oh the petty sex troubles of the rich and famous…

Postscript: not letting any of this slow down her business savvy, Klatten announced over the weekend she will pay $1.2B to buy the other half of the chemical company Altana AG that she did not already own.  BMW reported a year-over-year decline of 10.5% in retail sales.

UPDATE: March 9, 2009 – Swiss playboy gets 6 years prison sentence HERE for blackmail and more info HERE.

Klatten photo courtesy Uwe Lein (AP) and BMW Motorcycle web site.

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Surprisingly Paris Hilton can actually be entertaining without having to get naked and like most of the Country I have decided to get behind her. The little short she did about running for President was brilliant and she deserves an Oscar for it, she has not acted that well since One Night in Paris. Here are the top reasons why Paris Hilton would make a great president.

She has already screwed half the Country.

Bush would still be in the White House.

When talking to foreign leaders it would not be her foot that she put in her mouth.

You will not find a more patriotic person, she has more seamen in her then the USS Alabama

Paris Hilton For President

Hey Guys!

Few days ago I had an idea to make Celebrity SEX weblog on wordpress because everyone was asking me and now this is finished!

You have to see it!!! I have found Megan Fox Nude Video in the Internet!

If this video not a Fake then I think it will be a real scandal!!

Paris Hilton is the most beautiful girl on this planet and this video is a proof of that!

Paris Hilton Sex Video below! Even if this is a not real F***ing it’s really Hot and Sexy!

Attention! Adult content! only 18+!!!

A federal court judge in Los Angeles is allowing TMZ to re-post snippets of Mini Me’s sex tape, after the court previously ordered the footage to be taken down.

This decision comes after the woman in the sex tape told the court: (1) the video was created with her camera; and (2) she gave TMZ permission to broadcast snippets of the tape.

The judge still barred TMZ’s co-defendant, Kevin Blatt, who previously distributed “One Night in Paris,” from distributing or taking orders for the 50-minute sex tape.

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