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Main Cast of Vampire Diaries
Just saw the latest episode (Season 2, Episode 21) of Vampire Diaries and Oh.My.God! I think I can safely say they blew me away! Totally! Whilst poor Jenna has always been in the periphery of action, I never thought they’d off her as she had a nice romance with Rick going. When the evil witch said ‘she’s in transition’ at the end of Episode 20, I knew poor Jenna’s a goner. She was such a sweet thing, totally under utilized, much like a Indian movie heroine, poor thing. Didn’t Rick look deliciously heart-broken? But where’s the rage, buddy?
And I do not believe that they’ll let Damon go the way of Rose – he is scary already when he is drunk; imagine him at the heights of wolf-bite induced madness! Or maybe they’ll make Elena kill Damon? Whichever way they go, they’ll have him come back for at least the first episode of the new season. And if the new season is going to be all about The Originals, I have a feeling they’d need a full contingent of Salvatores to try and play against.
Did I think Elijah will renege on his promise to Stefan? Hell yeah! There was no way that the Klaus character was going to be offed after they spent most of the season building him up. Plus, if season 3 is going to be about their family, it makes sense to have more than just Elijah rattling about.
Wasn’t sad to see Matt break up with Caroline. He had been wimpy and getting on my nerves. Caroline and Tyler should get together and make some hybrid babies to take on Klaus. Now that’ll make for an interesting Season 4!
But I have to commend the pace of the episode, the grippy action. I cannot wait for the finale next week! I hope some channel in Tata Sky telecasts the show or I’ll be sore to miss the action!
Jordon aka Katie Price would def agree to that definitely. But Tamil actor-director Parthiban? Not likely.
First he complained of Chennaionline.com illegally selling his books of poems online and then a day after, when the company’s officials furnished proof that they were in fact, asked to do so by the actor himself, he amended his statement but not without adding that it was the portal’s fault for not corresponding with him since.
Chennai – what are your plans for this Saturday night? How does an evening on the beach, jigging to some cool live music sound? And for a good cause too.
If you are interested, then join in and help clean up the beaches.
Oh, in case I forgot to mention, my sister-in-law is going to be singing!
Ok I missed Episode I of this year’s series, shuttling as I was between Marne de Vallee / Chessy and St Pancras stations. But thanks to Guardian blogs and BBC’s excellent iPlayer, I have been brought up to speed. And I have to say, the actual viewing of the missed episode paled in comparison to Guardian’s Anna Pickard’s lively piece. The girl is undoubtedly hilarious!
I actually thought I would steer clear of this year’s quota as it was getting a bit stale. A scowling Surallen, the latest crop of Britian’s Supreme Twats and the po-faced trusty sidekicks was too much deja-vu. But typical of car crash telly, one cannot keep away, right? And when you can get quality television, thanks to the supremely arrogant tools on the show, why deny oneself eh?
Last year’s show was made interesting as 1. I could discuss it the next day with my team at work and 2. we had a sweep of sorts to predict the winner. (I gotta say, I never would have chosen Simon Ambrose in a million years!) So this year, I am looking to my lovely readers and my reluctant uni mates to make it all interesting.
Meet Cruz Beckham,3, youngest son of David and Victoria Beckham. He wore this outfit to his older brother’s birthday party and ended up upstaging everyone assembled, got his pix splashed on the front page of the glossies, and gave a 50% boost to the sale of such outfits. Impressive, eh?
Did I forget to mention that other guests to this 9th birthday party were Heidi Klum and Eva Longoria. Now, I needn’t say anything about the need for normalcy in a child’s life and how the parent’s blatant greed for publicity may well harm the child’s psyche, right?
So young Max is not going to continue blogging for Guardian. What a shame! After the vitriol that followed his introductory post, the poor lad will not be posting furthermore. The Travel Editor posted a follow-up piece on Feb 15, explaining the editorial decision behind allowing the trip to go on the site as well as pooh-poohing any claims of nepotism. Well that went well with the punters, I tell you. The great British public had a rollicking time commenting on that piece, with phrases like “shame on you, Editor” and “where’s the blue pencil” appearing with some regularity.
There was also a comment from ‘Maxdad’ that went as follows:
“As Andy Pietrasik’s blog hasn’t mentioned the fact Max won’t be writing any more blogs, I thought I’d bring all those heroic internet warriors the good news. Max’s trip (which he paid for himself I’m afraid – sorry) has got off to the worst possible start and he’s feeling pretty grim so that’s double good news for the brave warriors. You may like or dislike the blog but the cruelty is shocking if quintessentially British. Obviously everyone in his family is very hurt for Max so that’s a bonus. I won’t be reading any more smug clever dick comments but feel free to kick me around the field a bit now – just please leave Max alone. He hasn’t actually done anything wrong and you have your wish – he won’t be writing any further blogs.”
Ah my heart bleeds! The comments he got were miles better than the ones bloggers get at the hands of trolls. And some of them were perfectly legit too, IMHO.
What I do not understand about these kids ‘finding themselves’ is why justify the horrendous expense of the trip under the guise of a learning experience or a social service-type one. Granted, you learn so much by living amongst different people and different surroundings and the perspective you get is invaluable. So go on a working holiday. Go to a place where people are screaming for the bare necessities of life, pull up your sleeves and get stuck in. Build them toilets, help construct houses, eat the same crappy food they eat – that will be a revelation.
Going off to Goa and Bangkok, hitting the top spots with an odd peep at the real suffering world every now and then, well, what good does that do? Better just go on a month’s holiday, live it up and don’t dress it as anything but a holiday. After all, if you’ve got the money to do it, then what’s the harm?
But what’s this faux interest in suffering capitals of the world, like India and Thailand? What’s wrong with good old community service in the estates around UK? There are old people living on their own in absolute squalor who would be glad of the company of a young 19 year old lad, who can drop in and stay for a chat and make them some tea in the process. And maybe do their weekly shopping or trim their weeds.
Not cool enough, I suppose.
Oh well, there goes my planned entertainment for the next few months. Sigh. Hopefully something more entertaining will show up on the horizon soon.
Jordon – sorry, we are supposed to call her Katie Price now, to go with her new demure, non-smutty image. She is, after all, trying to reinvent herself as a serial writer and a children’s author. Which moron decided to let her loose on the influential minds doesn’t bear thinking.
For those of you who don’t know who she is (oh you lucky, lucky sods!), she’s a Brit glamour model, who married former pop singer Peter Andre and has been alternatively baring her bod and having his babies. She’s also trying to shed her glamous puss image and become a wholesome personality. She ain’t having much luck with it, I should say. During the launch of her recent book at the Waterstone’s outlet in Central London, she showed up in a supergirl type outfit, complete with hot pants. Not a look a children’s author would like to sport, now is it?
Well, true to type, she resorted to her usual shenanigans – she lifted her hands and guess who popped up to join the party?
What amazes me about this character is her releasing her THIRD autobiography!!! I mean, word fails me to learn that not only has some one commissioned her to write an account of her life but gone on to update it a further two times. Really!
One cannot have an article about Jordon without a mention of the other skanky mank, Jodie Marsh. So here is she, in her ‘wedding gear’. The picture says it all, doesn’t it?
I really despair for the British society that these individuals are the celebrities who are flying the Union Jack and are having young, impressionable children looking up to them. What has the world come to?
God Bless you New York Times for pointing me in the direction of this gem. This girl gives Jade Goody a run for her money and that is saying something! Let me stop yammering and just let you enjoy the show. And give yourself a pat on the back for not being half, quarter, heck the teensiest bit dumb as this chick.
