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Celebrity news & gossip from the world’s showbiz and glamour magazines (OK!, Hello, National Enquirer and more). We read them so you don’t have to, picking the best bits from the showbiz world’s maw and spitting it back at them. Expect lots of sarcasm.
High-Rise is a vision of hell set in the 1970s. It’s a bit like the EastEnders omnibus, only without the nightmarish Shane Ritchie. In the Creative Review, Mark Sinclair interviews graphic artists Michael Eaton and Felicity Hickson:
Ben Wheatley’s High-Rise, looks at mid-70s Britain through the prism of an ultra-modern tower block. Adapted from JG Ballard’s 1975 nove by Amy Jump, the film follows Dr Robert Laing (played by Tom Hiddleston) as he adjusts to his new life as a tenant on the 25th floor and explores the relationships between the building’s various social groups and the tribal mentalities that emerge as the tower gradually descends into chaos. While working families live on its lower levels and aspirant professionals reside halfway up, a wealthy elite is confined to the uppermost floors – a structure that does not last long.
To help realise this unique world, envisioned by production designer Mark Tildesley, graphic artists Michael Eaton and Felicity Hickson created a legion of objects and products and several type treatments for the film’s locations: one for the high-rise itself, with its supermarket, gym, spa and swimming pool; a house font for the building’s architect, Anthony Royal; and signage for Laing’s place of work, the School of Physiology.
Nice work – and if it does make more than a passing nod to Sainsbury’s own-brand.
Bill Wyman is not dead. The former Rolling Stone’s been to the wedding to Rupert Murdoch and Jerry Hall. The Sunday Times featured him in an article on the “stars aligning for Rupert and Jerry”.
Today the Express leads with news that Bill Wyman, 79, is unwell. He is battling prostate cancer. In paragraph 14 on the paper’s Page 3, we wear that “his life has not been without controversy… There was an outcry in 1989 when after divorcing his first wife he married his 18-year-old girlfriend, the model Mandy Smith, who had had been dating since she was 14. He was 52 at the time.”
Bill Wyman is not dead. In life he’s invited to all the best parties.
The Mirror wants us to be more like “Brave Bill”:
Today the BBC reports:
In recent years, as the Jimmy Savile scandal unfolded, he approached police to ask whether they wanted to question him about their relationship. “I went to the police and I went to the public prosecutor and said, ‘Do you want to talk to me? Do you want to meet up with me, or anything like that?’ and I got a message back, ‘No,'” he said. “I was totally open about it.”
The Press and the BBC love Bill. Last season he was on a BBC sports show predicting the weekend’s Premier League results.
Get well soon, Bill. Don’t die. Because when you do, it’ll be open season on your past exploits. (Unless you’re David Bowie, John Peel or anyone else the BBC and mainstream media likes.)
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Tweedy Cole Fernandez-Varsini is seen stepping out with One Direction’s dullest member Liam Payne. The Mirror says the pair are “definitely an item”. In no way is this a PR stunt to keep us interested in The X Factor show, on which both feature, to make Liam look shaggable and Chezza down with the kids.
They were spotted “sneaking into a casino”. The couple – dubbed ‘Chayne ‘ – snuck in by getting out of a large Range Rover and going in the front entrance of Crockford’s a casino in central London.
One “onlooker” there to spot the sneaking and able to contact the press tells the Mirror: “Liam made sure she got out of the car and into venue safely.”
The Daily Mirror has news on Victoria Beckham and her bush on page 3:
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Heather Mills is off The Jump TV event. The former Mrs Paul McCartney was injured, thus becoming the seventh celeb to leave the show under doctor’s orders. In the Star, Peter Dyke gives Heather hope that she can return to celeb-fed telly soon. Stay tuned for Celebrity Competitive Environmentalist of the Year:
Competitive environmentalism will feature competitive environmentalists jetting off for the good of the common man.
The Leicester Mercury’s man at the movies has been writing sassy reviews.
Spotter: David MacLean
The Mirror has a BBC paedophile scoop: “World Famous singer seduced tragic BBC girl”. The “girl” was 15-year-old Claire McAlpine, who committed suicide. The superstar singer who “seduced” her is..?
No. This one’s still alive. But the Thin White Duke did shag teenyboppers.
Reading on we’re told:
Tragic BBC girl was seduced by world famous singer – and pal vows to reveal name
Woman “vows” to reveal name of pop star her dead pal says she shagged. If you can’t see the holes in this one, get to the opticians pronto. And why wait to name him if naming him is worthy of a vow, a solemn promise? Time’s ticking. Get on with it. Before he dies.
Kelly Gold says her friend Claire McAlpine – at the centre of the Tony Blackburn scandal – was abused by a world famous singer who is alive today
No. The BBC is at the centre of the scandal. It sacked Tony Blackburn last week for his denial that the Beeb interviewed him about McAlpine’s claims made in her diary that a BBC DJ had seduced her. Now we get the story of the popstar who “abused” her.
It was a big shock to Rod Liddle, who quips in the Sunday Times:
I have to say that my reaction to the news that the BBC had sacked the disc jockey Tony Blackburn last week was one of profound shock. I thought he had been sacked in about 1986. It didn’t occur to me that he was still there, smarming away, a sort of cryonically preserved bad joke paid for by the licence fee. I began to wonder if that was the point of the corporation’s “secret memos” that were said to have led to his dismissal.
Something like: “We’re still employing Blackburn? How in the name of Christ did that happen? He was smash-the-radio-set obnoxious in 1971, even worse than ‘Stewpot’. Quick — someone fit him up for a historical sex crime and then we can get shot of him for good.”..
The BBC has defenestrated Blackburn mainly because he is no big loss to the corporation and it gives the impression that it is doing something, taking action.
Blackburn is accused of being less than copious in his response to allegations — made 45 years ago — that he seduced a 15-year-old girl called Claire McAlpine who later killed herself, leaving behind a diary claiming she had been “used” by a bunch of these horrible BBC disc jockeys.
Blackburn denies everything, point blank. And there is not a shred of evidence to implicate him in any wrongdoing, other than that diary. A police officer said of this diary at the time: “It would be ridiculous to connect anyone or anything in her diary with reality.” The young convent girl was a bit of a fantasist.
So, here’s Kelly Gold with her beckoning finger:..
…she believes the schoolgirl may have been stalked by pregnancy fears before she died from a pills overdose at her Watford home. Kelly also told how she watched her pal being led to Savile’s BBC dressing room at least twice.
“I’d been to see Top of the Pops regularly and the guards recognised my Corona stage school uniform, so I didn’t need to sign in. We went into the changing rooms to get ready, and these young schoolgirls were transforming themselves into little pop queens…I knew what was happening to Claire. I knew what was happening to all of us, and what everybody who’s been at the inquiry has been saying. It was happening to Claire because she was the new kid on the block. We didn’t go there in the hope that we would be touched up. It wasn’t on our radar. Over the years I’ve thought about the alibi I gave her for that night and I wish I hadn’t. Within a couple of weeks she was dead.”
In other news in the Sunday Times:
IN 1973 the head of programmes at BBC Radio 1 summoned Jimmy Savile to a private meeting to discuss “serious” matters. Derek Chinnery, in the company of executive producer Doreen Davies, confronted Savile over rumours that had reached the ears of Douglas Muggeridge, the controller of Radio 1 and Radio 2, that the DJ had a sexual interest in young girls.
A relaxed Savile began the meeting with a joke and casually dismissed the allegations in much the same way as he would do throughout his life.
The significance of that meeting, however, goes far beyond Savile’s casual disdain; it illustrates how early in his career the rumours about his sexual behaviour reached BBC bosses and how they failed to act on them.
Which make you wonder at this news in yesterday’s Times.
A memo sent in 1971 by Tony Preston, the BBC’s assistant head of variety, claims that Blackburn “was interviewed” by himself and another official. Blackburn said that “the contents of these documents are untrue” and part of a “whitewash and cover-up”. A source close to the DJ said that Mr Preston, who has died, may have fabricated his claim to appear as if he had investigated the allegation. Dame Janet’s report shows that BBC lawyers told him he was “duty bound” to investigate.
That’s Dame Janet Smith, who has published a 1,000-page report on the BBC’s failure to stop sexual abuse.
In other news, over in the Star we read:
THE vile musings of sex monster Jimmy Savile can still be found on a BBC Top Of The Pops tribute site.
Scrub and scrub as it might the BBC cannot get that Savile stain out. That might be because the BBC’s scrubbers have badly stained hands.
But hold on – what’s this?
“Well, of course I didn’t ask for ID. All they wanted me to do was to abuse them sexually which, of course, I was only too happy to do.’ He complained that American girls had ‘this strange notion of virginity as a tangible thing which you surrendered to your husband on your wedding night. So they would do anything but s*** you’. Aged 26, in 1965, Peel married a 15-year-old American girl called Shirley Anne Milburn. He later claimed she and her family had lied about her age. They divorced in 1973. Some years later, after returning to the U.S., she committed suicide.
Good old Peely the Peelophile. He was hip – so he gets to Rest In Praise:
What an utter…
Savile appears in more places on the BBC’s website:
In other news: no good looking, fanciable or cool pop stars of yesteryear or today have sex with underage fans.
In February 1970 the BBC broadcast the documentary Man Alive: The Disc Jockeys. The series was edited by Esther Rantzen’s future hubby Desmond Wilcox. (More on them here.) The show focused on the new wave of BBC Radio 1 DJs.
As Paul Gallagher writes:
In Britain during those promiscuous 1970s, millions of youngsters were shocking their parents by going to bed with John Peel and waking up with Tony Blackburn… and his dog Arnold. The sound of the DJs could be heard everywhere—from cars, shops, kitchens, homes, factories, schoolyards and those dinky little pocket radios that everyone and their Mom seemed to have, dangling from plastic wristbands.
The music revolution of the 1960s really began with the arrival of cheap polyvinyl chloride in the fifties which meant record companies could mass produce singles and albums. Previously record discs had been made of the far more expensive Bakelite. The PVC revolution tied in very neatly with the incredible flourishing of young musical talent—and so the Swinging Sixties were born.
Suddenly youngsters wanted to hear music before they bought it, or even if they didn’t buy it. This gave rise to Pirate Radio. At the time the BBC was the only organization in Britain with the license to transmit radio shows. However a small loophole in maritime law allowed DJs to broadcast from ships anchored just outside UK waters. And so pop-pickers Pirate Radio was born.
In 1967 the BBC admitted defeat and launched Radio One—a youth radio station for pop music. Radio One became the biggest and most successful radio station in the country with generation after generation of youngsters learning their love of music or finding their inspiration to form bands from listening to the station’s DJs.
This BBC documentary from 1970 looks at the rise of the Radio One DJ and features Emperor Rosko, John Peel, Kenny Everett and Tony Blackburn—a rum bunch of four very different radio hosts. Condescending in tone throughout, the documentary voice over even has the temerity to suggest that sex with fans was one of the perks of working for the BBC—-shurely not:
Radio One belongs to the taxpayer and doesn’t splash princely salaries around for men like Emperor Rosko. He accepts the BBC’s shop policy of paying low wages as both sides know about the big big perks that can accompany the adulation of this new empire—British teeny boppers.
The interviewer then grills one poor little teenybopper about her infatuation with Emperor Rosko:
“I listen to him and I like listening to his voice and I get carried away” says one young besotted teenager about the subject of her adoration DJ Emperor Rosko:
“What do you mean you get carried away?” says Ms. Prim from the BBC
“I just hear his voice and I imagine him…” says adoring young fan.
“When you say you imagine him…you imagine him doing what?” continues our interrogator.
“Talking and smiling and…all the actions with it. It’s just good.”
“And where do you do your listen to this?”
“In the bedroom.”
It’s an interesting hour well spent and worth watching mainly to see the pure genius of Kenny Everett making one of his shows and to hear some of the mumblings of the man himself, John Peel.
When asked by a reporter in 2001 whether he was concerned if he would be remembered as a “conning pervert and abuser when he died,” Jimmy Savile replied:
‘If I’m gone that’s that. Bollocks to my legacy. Whatever is said after I’m gone is irrelevant.’
The reporter then asked if Savile was ‘into little girls’, to which the BBC presenter replied:
‘I’d rather not even opinionate on this. I’ll leave it to the psychologists to sort out the psychology of child abuse.’
Every day a new allegation emerges about Jimmy Savile. These allegations now cover 6 decades, and include allegations of the rape of children, mentally ill patients and the sexual assault of a disabled girl. The police are currently investigating over 300 lines of inquiry.
Savile’s attacks occurred in hospitals, clubs and the BBC. And it is the latter organization that is coming under considerable scrutiny by the police.
The question is how did the BBC employ such an individual, when there were known allegations against him? And what was the everyday culture at BBC that could allow Savile’s behavior to go unnoticed? Uncommented upon? Even tolerated?
In front-page news billed as a”World Exclusive”, the Mirror brings news of Tony Blackburn, the BBC radio DJ of no little vintage. “BBC Axe Sex Probe DJ Tony Blackburn,” announces the dire headline, one seemingly written by an SEO expert for whom English is not their fist language. The headline can be unpacked in the first paragraph:
“DJ Tony Blackburn has been sacked by the BBC is a row about a sex abuse probe.”
Blackburn says he was never “quizzed” in 1971 over a “woman’s allegations” he’d seduced a teenager. The BBC’s report out today says he was. He says, “They are destroying my career and reputation because my version of event does not tally with theirs.”
The story continues over page 4 and 5, “Beeb bosses covered up ‘DJ seduced girl’ claims,” chimes the Mirror. The girl was 15-year-old Claire McAlpine. We’ve reported on her before. In 2012, the Press linked her death to the then Sir Jimmy Savile, who after death became ‘Jimmy The Beast”.
Last month the Daily Mail had more:
“Claire McAlpine, 15, killed herself after being abused by an unnamed DJ on the show [Top of the Pops] on 1971.”
On the same day the Sun led with the Jimmy Savile Report, a review by Dame Janet Smith, who concluded that the BBC “HID” news that Savile had “seduced” a 15-year-old dancer on BBC TV’s Top of The Pops music show. The paper adds: “Clair [sic] McAlpine killed herself weeks after the alleged sexual encounter.”
Back then Jimmy did it.
Now the torchlight falls on Blackburn’s 73-year-old face. The BBC has sacked him. He says he never seduced McAlpine. He says he’s a “scapegoat”.
Looking at the media’s scattergun reporting on the case of Miss McAlpine reveals a story laced with agendas.
PS: On 7th April 1971 the Daily Express had Jimmy Savile news (via Rabbitaway):
Finally two more cuttings:
Such are the facts.
Madeleine McCann: a look at reporting on the missing child.
Daily Star (front page): “Maddie: Parents ‘blamed'”
For what? Why? But whom? We soon get to know:
Katie Hopkins sparks fury by saying Maddie McCann’s parents ‘must share blame’
Katie Hopkins, for those of you blessedly not in the know, is a former contestant on The Apprentice TV show – the one on which ‘driven’ people try to win a job working for Alan Sugar in a Brentwood office block. Hopkins lost but did score a job belching ‘controversial’ opinions to deadline for the Sun newspaper and, remarkably, a TV show of her own. That all ended, meaning Katie now shouts exclusively on free-to-air Twitter.
The Star thinks her tweets worthy of its front page. Robin Cottle has created a story from a tweet:
She claimed Kate and Gerry McCann should take some blame for her disappearance.
The 41-year-old also insisted the heartbroken couple did not “deserve” the £11million of taxpayers’ cash shelled out to search for Madeleine.
This is in the Star, which once libelled Kate and Gerry McCann.
One Twitter user wrote: “Katie Hopkins victim blaming the McCanns suggests people have no self control, the blame lies with whoever wrongly took what wasn’t theirs.”
Good grief. This story had not made any progress.
Another added: “Yes they made a mistake. Thousands do the same every day and get away with it. Cruel for Hopkins to rub salt in it surely. How did she become our moral guide?”
Answer: when the Star wanted cheap filler.
But some supported the outspoken celeb, with one saying: “Agree with absolutely everything @KTHopkins has said about Maddie’s disappearance, she’s only saying what the rest of you think anyway.”
Always useful when talking of “outrage” to report both sides of the shouting match.
Having seduced readers with a limp story on the missing child, the report takes a jerking twist:
Madeleine went missing during a family holiday in Praia de Luz, Portugal, almost nine years ago. Meanwhile, Hopkins announced yesterday that she was about to go under the surgeon’s knife to cure her epilepsy.
“Meanwhile…” Even the Dallas TV show (‘Meanwhile…back at the Ranch’) didn’t jump around like a demented kangaroo – which might very well be writing both the Star’s reports and Katie’s tweets.
She told fans she will “see them on the other side” and claimed not to be scared about the brain operation.
For those of you not on Twitter, ‘the other side’ is thought to be a reference to Facebook.
By now you’ll have seen the photos of Rita Ora, the stalwart of family Saturday night telly, posing topless. But you’ve still not seen her bare nipples in the Daily Star. And that’s odd because the Daily Star is, as it declares on the cover, “Home Of The Page 3 Girl”.
On today’s Page 1 and Page 3, Star readers can see Ora – not topless – but ‘Tops”.
Peter Mayhew, aka Chewbacca in Star Wars, has been tweeting photos of his original Star Wars script from March 1976. We can read The Adventures of Luke Starkiller as taken from the Journal of the Whills.
Prince George is so “advanced for his age” he “started speaking long before other toddlers”, reports Hello! magazine. The magazine now has a play-date supplement, featuring actress Sophie Winkleman, Mrs Lord Frederick Windsor, who was impressed by George’s intelligence when he played with her young daughter, Maud.
“He is a very clever, articulate little boy,” says Sophie, “and was speaking long before other toddlers his age.”
So clever is Prince George that he has:
In other news, toddlers are advised not to talk to George until he has spoken to them.
By now you’ll be wondering how David Beckham and Victoria Beckham are getting on since he stopped playing for Manchester United and she left the Spice Girls. Well, he’s been diligently loyal to the marital bed, never once cheating. She’s perfected her meringues. And their refreshingly ordinary and average kids are training to be nurses and firemen.
Today’s People features the pair on its front page, with Vicky and Dave telling readers, “We’re stronger than ever.”
Victoria Beckham IS a shop window dummy? The Daily Mail asks the questions that matter.
Jamie Oliver has a sidekick in his war on cheap food and the poor. The Guardian reports:
Double Olympic gold medallist James Cracknell has joined calls for sugary drinks to be taxed as part of a series of measures to combat rising levels of obesity.
“There will be inevitable opposition to what will be labelled as ‘nannying’, but the same was true of the reaction to legislation on seat belts and drink-driving.”
You don’t need to drive. Driving is a luxury controlled by rules of the road. You are given a licence to drive by the State, James. You do not – well, not yet – need an official licence to drink and eat. Unless James thinks sugary drinks impair driving skills – although the opposite may be true.
And lest you still think James has a sound point, the story continues:
Double gold medallist warns of national crisis in Policy Exchange report that also calls for annual BMI checks for children
More akin to eugenics than mere nannying.
Liam Neeson is telling The Irish Independent about his new documentary when the conversation turns to love. Six years ago Neeson lost his wife Natasha Richardson. Now he’s dating:
“I’ll send out a few bunches of flowers to various people and I usually just say ‘from an Irish admirer’.” Is he involved with anyone? “Yes, but I’d embarrass her if I said her name, she’s incredibly famous. I’ll have to do my best for her. It’s amazing how far a simple bunch of freshly picked flowers will go in a lady’s life, I find.”
Incredibly famous! Take your pick:
Princess Diana (she’s living on the fabled sixth floor of Harvey Nichols)
Here’s another way to find out who the mystery lady is: play this video to the famous woman in your life and see if she winces or smiles:
Shocking news on Sun favourite Kelly Brook:
Zoom in to the news that Kelly “strips down to a pink fluffy coat”.
It’s nothing a good session of depilation can’t sort.
Former British Olympic gymnast Beth Tweddle was badly injured competing on The Jump, a TV show featuring celebrities taking part in winter sports. It’s an absurd format. Watching the Winter Olympics is dull; watching celebs try out cold-weather sports in slow motion is dire. But the chance of seeing whathisface from Hollyoaks injure themselves should appeal to some TV fans.
And so to Tweddle, who the Daily Star says “broke her neck”. The Mirror says Tweddle snapped two vertebrae in her neck when she “smashed into a crash barrier”. The Mail says Tweddle “broke her back”. The paper also announces: “Beth Tweddle thanks fans for their support as viewers demand Channel 4 axes The Jump after she breaks her back on TV’s most dangerous show.”
Viewers demand a show on Channel 4 is axed? Those would be viewers who watch or don’t watch it?
Her exit follows that of fellow Olympian Rebecca Adlington, 26, who withdrew from the show on medical advice after a shoulder injury, and Holby City actress Tina Hobley, 44, who dislocated her elbow and suffered two fractures to her arm.
Right now a TV executive is trailing Celebrity Hospital Ward, Celebrity NHS and Celebrity Graveyard. The Mail adds:
Fans flocked to Twitter to call on producers to scrap the programme – now in it’s third series – due to the sheer amount of injuries among contestants.
Fans of a TV show asked for the TV show they are fans of to be cancelled? Better, surely, to replace the celebrities with the TV producers who think up pisspoor celebrity-themed shows. Who fancies for TV Executive Cliff Diving? The Newsnight team can go first.