Showing posts with label Tulisa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tulisa. Show all posts

Tuesday, 20 November 2012

WIN SIGNED COPIES OF TULISA'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY (thanks to the generosity of Huffington Post)

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20 November

Huffington Post is good to us:

It knows that people run raffles (e.g. proceeds to pay for services at their local hospital) at Christmas Bazaars, and raffles need top prizes to catch the eye and ease the pocket open (e.g. £100 John Lewis advert, I mean voucher).

But they also need little stocking-filler-like items - and this is where the Post's priceless geneorosity (?) comes in, providing the opportunity to secure a celebrity book to be 23rd prize...


Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Medium* comment: TULISA CROWNED WORLD'S SEXIEST WOMAN (according to AOL®)

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2 May

As I am sure that the authors of this item well know (i.e. it is tongue in cheek, but in such a way as to appear 'dumb'), this caption to the headline is an absolute non-sequitur:


Singer proves that sex tape scandal hasn't hit her popularity


No, and nor, with any relevant electorate, would circulation - and even rating - of the said tape**! (I wonder if it has an entry on IMDb...)


End-note

* As opposed to media.

** According to AOL® (again) on 4 May, Amanda Holden told Alan Carr that she watched it.


Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Did you hate Cud's son?

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22 March

Tulisa told me not to, not the Tulisa who..., the other Tulisa.

She was sweeping through Belgrade at the time, an onion on each arm, and she said Don't!. So I didn't.

Should have listened to the onions, though: they weren't red onions (which aren't, anyway, red), but onions, large ones. They said - a minor third apart - Do it, do!, in a screeching voice, not at all nice like a counter-tenor, but invitingly.

Only Tulisa said Don't!, and I didn't, truly I didn't.