I just read an article from a Fairfax New Zealand website about a Turkish man Claiming to be the "real Borat".
I don't know what the full story is, but the article is at www.stuff.co.nz and this guy, whose name is Mahir Cagri, has a website which is well worth a visit.
You can find him, a piano accordian and his tight shorts at www.ikissyou.org
Okay, I don't know about anyone else, but I've had enough of the Irwins. I've got nothing against any of them and I wish wish them nothing other than all the best, but COULD THEY JUST GO AWAY FOR A LITTLE WHILE PLEASE?!
It's probably not even their fault, the good people of the media obviously have trouble finding matters of interest to report upon, especially given as there is nothing of note happening around the world these days. After all, Bindi Irwin at the Nickleodeon kid's choice awards is far more important than a rogue Asian state, pissed-off and nuclear enabled...
Anyways, the guy that's really rubbing me up thge wrong way is the agent/manager type guy, the fella with the abysmal orange nylon hair weave. I don't know what his story is but he's shifty looking and I don't like him.
But it is good to have someone other than a widow or an orphan to get annoyed at.
So, let's start a campaign to get the Irwins off the news, and Madonna as well.
September 17th 2006 06:35
Well, we haven't had the third loss to finish the trio of dead famous Aussies yet, so unless anyone has inside info about a celeb that isn't very well (perhaps you know a doctor to the stars or have access to a celebrity's garbage and have seen inordinate amounts of pharmacy reciepts) we're gonna have to shuffle the current order and install Don Chipp as the first to go down.
I know, I'd rather have a musician or movie star but you take what you can get I 'spose.
September 11th 2006 08:40
Someone has suggested a very likely candidate and quite frankly, I'm embarrassed I hadn't thought of it already. He's old, he's aussie, he's made out of plastic - it's Paul Hogan.
Paul has had so much cosmetic surgery that he looks as tough he needs to be pricked with a fork, like a bbq sausage. He's going to get caught in the sun too long and melt, or laugh too hard and burst.
I forgot one,
Flo Bjeke Petersen.