The 'HSM 2' cast are so chessy looking, like it is really that loud out there.
Zac Efron and the rest of the High School Musical 2 chums were mobbed by fans at their London signing.
The cheesy, but charming quintet greeted 1500 kids who turned up to the event in the hope of seeing their idols.
Some besotted supporters even camped out overnight to secure a face-to-face meeting with the stars.
Vanessa Anne Hudgens (Gabriella Martinez), Lucas Grabeel (Ryan Evans), Monique Coleman (Taylor McKessiee) and Olesya Rulin (Kelsi Nielsen) joined Zac (Troy Bolton) at Oxford Street's HMV store.
Fans have another chance to see the stars at the premiere this Sunday at the O2 Centre from 11am.
High School Muscial 2, which broke TV viewing records in the US last week, can be seen by UK viewers on the Disney Channel on September 21st.
Also Corbin Bleu hasnt been seen with the Wildcats! because he is out on tour with Aly & AJ, and Drake Bell, promoting his new CD Another Side, which debuted at No. 36 on the charts.
I am going to put the fun back into fundamentalism.
Regular readers of oneplanetmikey will be aware of my ongoing Scarlet O'Hara issues. You know, those terrible existential questions of ‘where shall I go, what shall I do'? Well finally, I have the answer.
I am going to join the Hillsong Church.
It is a perfect plan. There is a men's group where I can meet my husband. The church-goers share an intense sense of community. And finally and most importantly; there is singing and dancing.
The singing and dancing is what sealed my decision for me to put the fun back into fundamentalism.
This is because I am an excellent lounge-room Sinatra and no-one can sing Sugartown quite like me. With that said, I just know the boys of Hillsong will love my tunefulness and sunny presentation skills. They boys are also going to love my incredibly groovy dancing which was perfected atop many a dancefloor podium while pilled-up to the eyeballs. (Please note that when dancing that I do keep my shirt on. I may be a trahbag but I still have some decency and propriety left).
So all I need to do next Sunday is go straight (ain't that the truth) from club to church, and sing sweet Jesus. After all, coming home with the Lord would have to beat coming home with some of the mange-ridden mutts I have picked up at the Peel.
On a Hillsong Desolate. Or why I want to be Morrissey.
Well, the Hillsong Church thing didn't work. I sort of had a few health issues when I woke on Sunday. There was this awful feeling of illness and dehydration, accompanied by projectile vomiting and a reasonably nasty headache, which may or may not have been a migraine.
Lord knows what brought on that sudden illness, because I was fine when I stumbled into bed and passed out at 3am Sunday.
Anyhoo, now that I realise organised religion aint for me, I still need to do something about my ongoing and endless Scarlet O'Hara questions. You know; "where shall I go, what shall I do?"
I think the first question can only be answered after the second is, and I done answered that one while walking to work this morning. What am I going to do? I am going to be Australia's first professional Morrissey impersonator. It is a bit like impersonating Elvis, but Mozza ain't dead and I'll have daffodils poking out of my arse while singing about charming men, and hillsides desolate.
I came to this conclusion after spending several hours over the weekend listening to Manchester's greatest band, The Smiths. I have long admired Marr and Morrissey as one of the finest and funniest musical partnerships ever. And now this hilarity will continue as I sing "There is a Light that Never Goes Out" at weddings, warble "Some Girls are Bigger than Others" at Fernwood Fitness Centres and croon "Still Ill" at hospices and infirmaries.
For me, the saddest thing about The Smiths was how soon it was all over. Five years, four studio albums, two compilations, one live album, several wonderful coverstars and me......the boy with the thorn in his side.
Just be glad dear reader that I don't write bloody awful poetry.
Visited by a vision splendid.
I was so very excited about my new-found career as Australia's first professional Morrissey impersonator that yesterday I left work early so I could buy some Daffodils and practice my singing at home. Slight problem though, once I got home I realised can't fucken sing. Well, I can a little bit, but I sound more like a drag queen with an electronic larynx than the divine Mr M.
My unfortunate discovery that I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket even if it hd handles caused me to reach for the bottle, which was fine because I ended up being quite happy in the haze of a drunken hour.
Anyway it was rather fortuitous that soon after opening the second bottle, my good friend Kennel Cough* called and asked me to go to the Neighbours trivia night at the Elephant and Wheelbarrow in St Kilda. She has a thing for backpackers and has spent many a night there, often ending up under the table. I duly gargled some Listerine and sprayed Brut on my pulse points as I ran out the door and walked to the bus stop.
I had a great night, but unfortunately for my partner in crime her luck was out and the only offer she received was a promise from a spotty Kiwi that he would be a great root while once he sobered up and wiped the vomit from his shoes. Dejected, Kennel Cough retired and left me to my own devices because she had an early morning meeting with her probation officer. I was going to follow her out, but soon saw that a man had left his gin and tonic on top of the cigarette machine, and knowing as I do that a free drink is a free drink, and free booze is the best tasting booze ever, I stayed for anothery. It became four. And when I fell on the floor ......I drank more.
It was then I ralised that I had been visited by a vision splendid, a hunk of spunk named Toadfish Rebecchi. Yes, yes he of Neighbours fame and method acting ability. Soon we were gripped in intimate embrace as we danced the light fantastic to Aga Do, by Black Lace. I really do think I am in love. Again!
This morning with a smile on my dial and with a date for tonight already lined up, I am remembering the words of my mother, who told me as a small boy; "Michael, just remember you can marry more money in five minutes than you can make in your entire life."
I'll let you know what happens as soon as it happens.
* Name changed to protect the reputation of a trashbag who works at the Australian Tax Office.
It wasn't Toadie, but a real life toad.
Obviously my search for meaning has hit a few snags because by the time I arrived home from work yesterday and started coming down, I realised that not everything which I believe happened on Monday night, actually happened. If I have misled any of my readers; then I sincerely apologise.First up, after security at the Elephant and Wheelbarrow asked me to leave for allegedly stealing drinks, I decided I would make the short stroll home from St Kilda to Thornbury. Unfortunately, I must have been quite tiddly as the attempted the 20 kilometre walk in my new Jimmy Choo's, not realising that I already had blisters from when I crawled up Hoddle Street the Saturday night before.
Anyhoo, this is where my problems started as I had to sit down and rest my blistered and aching feet. While sitting, I now believe that I mistook flashing traffic lights for disco lights.
As for the vision splendid which appeared on the dancefloor in the form of Toadfish from Neighbours - I now believe that was an hallucinogenic toad I met while actually resting and handjiving at the lights on Hoddle Street. (I do hope that this explains some of my ongoing problems with perception and reality). Please note that despite my vision splendid being a toad, I am not too upset as this toad was nicer and a better conversationalist than the last toad I picked up.
We did have a nice time, however I am slightly embarrassed about being a trashbag on a Monday night. As such, I have decided clean up my act and attend a twelve step programme. Because I find the idea of any organised group therapy horrendously ghastly, I will tonight institute an informal get together for bad people over drinks and spliffs at my place.
Trashbags-not-so-Anonymous will take anyone. You do not have to be sober or pious to join and we will not make you apologise as part of the healing process. It will be an informal and supportive group for people with dependence problems.
If you are coming tonight, please bring your own drugs as sharing is good and we don't want to run out.
I seem to have founded my own cult.
It really is quite weird how life turns out. Just last week I was going to attend the Hillsong Church as part of my search for meaning. Today I find myself elected the benevolent leader of the democratic cult of Trashbags-not-so-Anonymous. I had never really fancied myself as a David Koresh type character; more of a wonder-man like Kim Il Sung or Ho Chi Min.Anyway, there I was last night, at home with my real and imaginary friends hosting the first meeting of TNSA, when my dear friend Horse Flu, suggested that the mystical ways of the Trashbag should be celebrated, and that we should continue to celebrate and I was the one to lead people further into temptation.
Reluctantly I agreed, on the proviso that all members of Trashbags-not-so-Anonymous, participate in my wondrous new ten percent plus GST tithing scheme.
All agreed, and I am now democratically benevolent.
If there is anything to be learned from my adventures over the past few days it is that the power is within.
I'm sorry, but what the HIZZLE is our "" star wearing? Is that a silver jacket, silver tie, and grey pants? He almost pulls it off, but that might just be his eyes doing all the work. Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens in London, where they are now doing promotions for HSM2.
In a possible sign that the world is ending, the couple are now being called "Zanessa."
But anyways I just wanted to say sorry for not updating yesterday! It was such a BUSY day yesterday for me. But, I HAVE ADDED NEW PHOTOS OF ZANESSA in London promoting the new High School Musical 2. Click 'read more' to view photos! :)
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It is ten years since the death of Diana, Princess of Wales, and Britain, and most likely the rest of the world, will reflect upon this. Much is yet made of the conspiracy theories concerning her death, and these will most likely continue for decades.
But of most importance is what Diana stood for. Almost single-handedly, she removed much of the ‘stuffiness’ of the Monarchy, forcing it into the modern world – a legacy that will be followed by her two sons, William and Harry.
Yet it is to be hoped that this modernization is not so fundamental that it removes the Royal Family from its primary task – to provide a link between contemporary Britain and its past. We have perhaps made a mess of things during Blairism because we forgot this.
And also, Diana reflected back to the world a new intimacy, a new caring side to our society. Whether this is really so, or simply media illusion, I’m not so sure. But regardless, history will remember her for the attempt.
But the people will remember her as a typically mixed-up woman, caught in circumstances not of her making, and making the best of it. In this sense, below the icon she became, she was a real person. And perhaps this is what people loved about her the most.
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While shooting their new film, In the Valley of Elah, on location in Albuquerque, N.M., "I went to Charlize's trailer to talk to her about a scene, and I heard these really strange sounds inside," Haggis told PEOPLE Wednesday at a screening of Elah in New York's Sag Harbor. "I heard Howie Mandel's voice. Inside the trailer, she was watching the video-[game] version of Deal or No Deal."
Haggis, who'd never seen the show before, said Theron, 32, told him: "'Shh ... shh ... shh. He's offering the guy $200,000.' I said, 'Charlize, the guy's offering you $200,000 – take the money," said Haggis. "And she said, 'No, no, no. I'll wait for more.'"
Continued Haggis, "Then it went to $300,000, and I was like, 'Charlize, take the money, it's $300,000.' It got to $600,000, $700,000. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, 'Take the money! Take the money! Take the money!' And she was saying, 'No, no.' She was addicted to the show."
Oh man...if it really is possible to piss yourself from laughing too hard...I think I just did. Brilliant. More laundry.
I'm sorry, but what the HIZZLE is our "" star wearing? Is that a silver jacket, silver tie, and grey pants? He almost pulls it off, but that might just be his eyes doing all the work.
DIANA
