Show us yer what?

This is what happens when you mix alchohol, paps and Lily Allen....

From the green room at Transmission

Last night I was lucky enough to be asked to be on Channel 4's music show Transmission.

My task: to debate the relevance of the music charts nowadays with Simon Pegg, Steve Jones and Adriano, the drummer from Can de Ser Sexy. My argument - charts are totally irrelevant! Well, you'll just have to tune in to hear my more articulate angle.

Turns out the green room at Transmission is quite the happening hot spot.

After the jump find out what happened when I met Christian Slater, Mr. Jones and whether or not I am in fact a member of CSS.

(me with Adriano - check out the sweaty sheen on my forehead. Wool + studio lights + mega-nerves= perspiration madness)

Sexy Time: Clooney to get promotion

Newspaper gets Hollywood heart-throb as guest editor. Could this be life imitating art?

Grind the face off celebutante jailbirds

Best skateboards ever!

Not only are they emblazoned with the speech bubble 'If only I could think' - how delightfully apropos even if the company is called Think, but due to the placement of their mug shots, you can scrape their whacked out facial features into oblivion with every ollie, kick flip and 50-50 grind.

Sweet!

St John sack Angelina

Angie has been given the boot as the face of conservative clothing brand St. John.

She looks pretty pensive about it here dontcha think?

 

The Oscar winner has been pouting in tweed for the label since 2005, but it seems the one time spitfire just isn't "relateable" for their target audience.

Ya think?

People like Hilary Clinton and Condoleeza Rice rock St. John's designs. Despite Ang's adopt-all, ambassador for good, charity starts at home image of late, it is hard to forget that the A-listers was once sexually experimental, tatooed, drug sampling wild thing.

Or maybe it's these snaps that put St. John off.

Hello silver stretch trousers! Look at that sultry smoking shot? Holy Lord. The 90s were a tragic time.

George Michael

George Michael, with bodyguard, (well, it wasn't Kenny), Regent Street, 8:30pm last night.

The wind blew my hat off

London: Cold, wet and people obsessed with the weather, right? Well, that's how tourists see us. We've inspired a little animation detailing a visit to London by a Japanese girl who learns English the hard way.

BT Digital Music Awards

The only UK awards dedicated to digital music entertainment, the BT Digital Music awards are back this Tuesday - giving gongs for everything from artist of the year to best mobile campaign.

Would you let Vicky B sculpt your face?

The answer is no! Look at this woman!

There are so many things wrong with her image I just don't have the time to dissect it.

No matter how badly you need a makeover I don't think this ad will entice anyone to buy her inanely named V-Sculpt range, launching in Japan today. Talk about bad timing.

Check out her freaky video after the jump.

Renee Godmother

I'm not the biggest fan of Renee Zelweger. Something about the scrawn and the squint - I mean check out those hollowed out collar bones triangles! A hamster could totally hang out happily in those lil' canyons.

And then there's the fact that she married that chump in a cowboy hat - no accounting for taste eh? 

But Renee did a wonderous thing the other day. She happened to meet make-up artist Wendy Faracino as they both gawped at a pair of Manolo Blahniks at Saks Fifth Avenue in New York.

Wendy was on her lunch break and the pair struck up conversation.
According to the New York Post, "A few minutes after she went back to work, the shoe department manager brought Wendy a gift-wrapped box and told her 'These are compliments of Renee Zellweger. She wanted you to have them.' It was the Manolos."

What a sweetheart!