Bono and U2 have been saving their pennies, or whatever those things are called in Ireland, to build a 32-story apartment building in Dublin. It’ll be called the U2 Tower, probably because the higher you get, the more impressive it is.
However, some Dublin residents who aren’t famous don’t like the cacophonous Celts’ plans. Here’s Ian Lumley, national heritage officer for something called An Taisce:
Mr Lumley claimed there was no proper environmental impact survey carried out for the proposed project. Nor, he said, had U2 or the planners taken into consideration one of the band’s global concerns: the effect of climate change.
“From the limited information we have seen about the proposed tower, there is no consideration being taken into the impact of rising sea levels,” he said. “This tower is at the mouth of Dublin Bay and yet no provision has been made as to the effect of rising sea levels on an entire area earmarked for more residential living as well as businesses. For all these reasons there has to be an independent public inquiry before this project is allowed to go ahead.”
If they’re worried about flooding, that’s easy. Bono can just go down to the shore and part the waters.
Amy Winehouse has been seeking sobriety tips from Pete Doherty, of all people. When her husband, Blake Fielder-Civil, was arrested last month on charges of obstruction of justice, Pete said he had offered her a shoulder to cry on:
“Amy stopped doing everything since he went in. She realises how much they have to lose. They are going to lose each other if it carries on. Love, music and melody is the way forward.”
But now they appear to be doing drugs together. Of course, what do you expect when you pick this guy to be your sponsor?
The Daily Mail has a big list of all the exorbitant demands that various celebrities make for their dressing rooms. Champagne, snooker tables, discreet underage prostitutes, etc. Out of all of the spoiled-rotten demands, this one is my favorite:
Barbra Streisand:
Rose petals in toilet.
That’s right, Barbra “We’re All Gonna Die from Global Warming” Streisand has to do her business on dead flowers. Wouldn’t those rose petals be better off if you left them on the bushes, Babs? Shouldn’t they be cleaning CO2 out of the air, not masking your doodies? Although with a schnozz like that, you must be extra sensitive. Plus you’re a total diva bitch. (Am I allowed to say “diva”?)
Also, she absolutely must have peach-colored toilet paper. Because it matches her complexion. Well, at first.
That’s right, folks, here at Deceiver we go after all the tough targets. Look out, Carrot Top, you’re next.
Seventeen magazine has signed on a cluster of stars to promote its Body Peace Treaty, which encourages teenage girls to stop hating themselves. A worthy goal, but I have a beef with the approach.
First, among the celebrities who’ve pledged their souls to this project are notorious former drug addicts and anorexics. They’re supposed to be role models?
Second, the treaty’s aphorisms are directly contradicted throughout the rest of the magazine:
Never mind the exhortation on this month’s cover to “Look Pretty Now!” Is that an order?
I’ve been worried about Will Smith and all his talk of “studying” Scientology with his buddy Tom Cruise, but it turns out I had nothing to fret about:
“I don’t necessarily believe in organized religion,” Smith, 39, said… “I love my God, my higher power, but it is mine and mine alone, and I create my connection, and I decide how my connection is going to be,” he added.
So maybe his grandma can stay in her casket after all! (See, last year he said she’d crawl out of her casket if he joined Scientology, but then recently he was babbling about it like they’d already started scrubbing his brain. You don’t read the papers?)
Let’s just hope Smith still has a career in Hollywood after giving L. Ron the high hat. Has anybody heard about any movies he’s going to be in? I sure miss getting completely inundated with marketing hype for a Will Smith movie. Not being able to go five minutes without being reminded that he is totally going to kick some alien/robot/George Foreman/[fill in the blank] ass, that’s some great stuff. Stay in touch, Will!
Katherine Heigl seems like a cool chica. I bet she secretly eats cheesy fries and would let me borrow from her awesome handbag collection if we were friends. That said, she told Vanity Fair the powers that be at Grey’s Anatomy are assassinating her character with the excruciating-to-watch affair between George and Izzie — and it’s just to make money:
“It was a ratings ploy,” she says. “I’m trying to figure her out and keep her real.”
I thought we all understood that the actual purpose of television is to make lots of money for everyone involved. Heigl certainly seemed to know it a few weeks ago. But perhaps her biggest sellout move: selling her own line of scrubs. I am so lost on who’s allowed to get rich and how.
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