It’s raining cringe…

Last week I worked my last shift as a producer on a little show you might have heard of called Good Morning Britain.

The world of breakfast telly is bonkers. You can never quite guarantee what’s going to happen next – so I have a lot of respect for the presenters and how they do their thing live on air at stupid o’clock in the morning.

To celebrate my departure, I had a go at taking on the weather – and quickly realised it’s even more fiddly and confusing than it looks. Many thanks to Alex Beresford for patiently giving me some much-needed guidance – and the best of luck to him as he competes in this year’s Dancing On Ice.

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Not a great week for Kelly O

Poor Kelly Osbourne.  When I first saw this picture I thought: “Oh those tabloid darlings, always getting themselves into such scrapes!”  Seriously did you see Lily Allen go for that girl on the streets of London last week?  It was like looking at pictures of a rabid dog having a fit.

But I digress.  Apparently Kelly was at home with a stomach bug and she reached up to get a glass from her cupboard, only for the whole cabinet to come crashing down on top of her!  Unlucky!  (Glad to see she’s tucking into the Haribo for comfort though – there’s a girl after our own hearts.)

Now I had a stomach bug the other week and if that had happened to me, then my boyfriend would have probably come home to find me on the floor in tears in the middle of a puddle of my own excrement (it was a really nasty stomach bug).  So I sympathise with Kelly.  Especially as her Project Runway show has been cancelled.  She can’t be feeling great. 

Although she probably did get in a fight and the whole cupboard thing is a PR lie.  What?!   I’m allowed to be bitchy about her, she has a model toyboy to cheer her up!

BNTM’s Leanne speaks to Car Crash Culture – and she’s moving in with Alex!


Leanne, left, on her first shoot of BNTM, with runner-up Catherine. 

Yes, you read the title right, Leanne Nagle spoke to yours truly!  I managed to contact my favourite BNTM contestant by using my elite list of contacts and winning personality.  Or, you know, I stalked her a bit.  Whichever way you want to look at it.

But anyway, Leanne – who, by the way, is one of the sweetest, most down to earth models I’ve ever spoken to – gave me some dirt about her future plans and how she feels about BNTM winner Alex.

Well it turns out that Leanne and Alex are good mates and are moving in together soon. She says: “Ali was my best friend in the house … she is such a lovely girl. The editing of her is awful at times which doesn’t help her at all. We are moving to London in September together!”

When I asked her what she’s doing now, the stunning redhead told me she’s working on a new drama series called New Me TV.

She says: “There’s girls all over competing for the new cover girl – that’s what the series is about. I’m really excited about it! I’m working behind the scenes as well with the girls and for most of them it’s their first time acting on film.”

When I ask her whether being on BNTM changed her life she says: “It changed my way of life but my perception of life hasn’t changed – I still run to Mummy when i need a cuddle and go in our crappy little summer house for fags and tea!”

A girl after our own hearts.  Good luck Leanne!

The babies on TV are going to get me…

Above is an advert that is doing the rounds in the UK, for baby formula.  It shows babies giggling!  How cute!

Ok, am I the only person that finds these babies CREEPY AS FUCK? (Had to do a ‘Kanye capslocking’ there for added emphasis.)

I’m sorry, I’m sure they’re are lovely and cute really, but whenever the advert comes on and the first baby starts to laugh I jump out of my skin, thinking: “Argh, what’s that?”

Then it goes onto the second blued-eyed babe who is actually quite sweet and I almost let myself go “awww”… then the third one comes on and I’m screaming: “EVIL!!!”

Am I the only one who sees this?

Ooooh, Britain’s Next Top Model has started.  Why write about evil babies and milk formula when I can be drinking a glass bottle of wine while watching evil teenage girls clawing one anothers eyes out?