Hha. Man Breaks Into Ex Boxers Home June 30, 2009

A knife-wielding burglar got a shock when he attacked a pensioner in his home – a couple of right hooks to the face.

Gregory McCalium had not realised that 72-year-old victim Frank Corti was a retired boxer.

This police mugshot of 23-year-old McCalium, taken soon after he was arrested at Mr Corti’s home, shows the facial injuries the OAP inflicted as he made a citizen’s arrest.

Today, McCalium is beginning a four-and-a-half year prison sentence after a judge told him he ‘got what he deserved.’

A court heard how Mr Corti – who served with the Royal Engineers in North Africa from 1956-58 – was at home with his wife Margaret at the time of the incident.

McCalium, a neighbour, smashed his way into the couple’s home and lunged at Mr Corti with a blade.

Before the beatdown

The pensioner dodged the knife and punched the intruder twice in the face, leaving him with a black eye and swollen lip.

He then restrained McCalium until police arrived.

After the sentencing, Mr Corti said: ‘We are very pleased (with the sentence) because our life was severely disrupted by the incident and we are pleased he won’t be troubling us for a few years.

‘I had to restrain him before he could go and get the knife.

‘I was scared when he first threw the knife, but most people would have acted in the same way.

‘If you can’t defend what’s yours, where are we at?’  

Mr Corti said: ‘I shouted to my wife to ring the police.

‘I was absolutely petrified.

‘As I saw it, it was a matter of do or die so I let his wrists go. Fortunately the element of surprise was with me, so I adjusted my position and hit him with my right hand. It was just below the eye.

‘I did not knock him out, but he was stunned. I heard the knife drop. We grappled. I was trying to drag him out of the back door. We both fell to the floor. I had to subdue him by punching him, which I did not take a great deal of pleasure in.”

The jury heard he then lay on top of McCalium until the police arrived.

 

Frank Corti with his boxing medals

 

 

 

 

Sad: Driver Stops to Help & Finds Own Son June 29, 2009

A driver who stopped to help at the scene of a crash discovered the dying victim was his teenage son.

Guy Marshall, a former ambulance service volunteer, was going home from work when he saw there had been an accident involving a motorbike and a car.

He immediately realised the injured rider was his 18-year-old son, Tom, and started battling to save his life.

‘He was moving slightly and had a pulse,’ said Mr Marshall, 53, an optometrist from Orford, near
Woodbridge in Suffolk.

‘I gave him some oxygen and held him and spoke to him but he was not conscious at all. I knew at that stage he had gone.’

Tom died in his father’s arms before paramedics arrived.

Cute Animals Just For Kicks June 29, 2009

Margaret Cho: Michael Jackson “Loved His Chimp” June 29, 2009

Margaret Cho posted a blog on Facebook recently and this is what she wrote:
 

RIP Michael

Fri at 2:48pm

I remember Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley, just newly and surprisingly married, standing backstage at the 1994 MTV music awards. It must have been Radio City Music Hall, but when I think about the stage, somehow it doesn’t seem like it was there. Memory is funny how it changes places and details and names to protect the innocent. 

He was dressed in black, in the effete military style he’d always been known for, a five star general in a glitter glam army, and they were both beautiful, in the way the incredibly rich and famous always are. I was neither rich nor famous, and maybe not yet beautiful then, not yet anyway, and standing stiffly in a too tight neon pink satin Betsey Johnson miniskirt and black Lip Service vinyl corset top and chunky heels, I waited backstage as the newlyweds kissed for millions upon millions of viewers. My manager at the time also represented Michael Jackson, and I don’t remember why I was there really except that I was part of a very, very, very extended entourage, like an extremely distant relative by marriage, at the kiddie table of fame. When I was younger I tried to go to any kind of awards show or gala. It felt like what I imagine a royal ball must have been like to attend. It was very princess adjacent, and I got to watch the true royalty brush by me, and it seemed as if they were almost real. 

He had lipstick on his face, and he was seized with a bad case of giggles. It would have been adorably cute, if it were not so surreal. Maybe our eyes met. I couldn’t tell behind the dark glasses. He was pale and lean, but still gorgeous, not yet oddly disfigured by countless surgical procedures, not yet completely demonized by a relentless and seemingly heartless media. This is when he was still a man and not yet a myth, not yet a showbusiness allegory turned rotten and lurid, not yet a morality lesson on what not to be, what not to become. This was a time before all the talk of the young terminally ill boys, the dark and sinister rumors that became synonymous with his music and turned the legacy of the once fantastical and dreamlike majesty of the Neverland Ranch into something unspeakable and evil. 

He loved his chimp. He loved the elephant man. He was in love with Elvis’ daughter. And when I saw him, I held my breath, and the scent he left behind was like vanilla and honey and the laughter of angels. I had loved him so as a child, playing my LP of “Off The Wall” on my Mickey Mouse Club record player until the grooves ran smooth and the songs skipped. I love him still. 

Mommy Madonna Takes Mercy for a Ride June 27, 2009

t was little surprise that Madonna would be revelling in her new role as mother to long-awaited adopted daughter Mercy James.

The big surprise yesterday was the fact that ex-husband Guy Ritchie appeared to be spending time with her newly expanded family.

Madonna, 50, looked no less the Anglophile since her divorce as she emerged from her local Kabbalah centre in London, sporting a chequered flat cap with a contented-looking Mercy on her back.

Michael Jackson: It was All Hype June 27, 2009

In an article by Christopher Hart, he says MJ was all hype.  Check it out below.

He made me ‘believe in magic,’ says P. Diddy. ‘His wonderment and mystery make him legend,’ gabbles Steven Spielberg. He was a ‘genius’, claims Justin Timberlake.

Really? What, like Shakespeare and Michelangelo? With the best will in the world, I don’t think anything in Michael Jackson’s back catalogue can quite compare with Hamlet or the Sistine Chapel.

As for those who are now comparing him to Mozart and Beethoven – on Radio 4’s flagship Today programme, of all places! – the only explanation is that they have never actually listened to the great composers. Amid all the hysterical gush about Michael Joseph Jackson, including toe-curling contributions from our own celebrity suckers, Gordon Brown and David Cameron, some gentle reminders might be in order.

Back in the Seventies and Eighties, Jackson wrote some pitch-perfect dance pop songs which will never be surpassed. If you’ve never tapped your toes to Beat It then you must have no sense of rhythm, and if you’ve never hit the dancefloor to Billie Jean, you haven’t lived.

But let’s keep things in proportion. For the past 20 years of his sad and tattered life, Jackson was a walking zombie, a ghastly realised version of the living dead in his Thriller video. Life imitates art and, in this case, it was a most gruesome fulfilment.

Despite the Peter Pan image, Jackson’s lonely death in an LA hospital was a pure rock ‘n’ roll cliche. Where were his celebrity friends then?

And the painkiller that he seems to have been taking just before his death, Demerol, is no junior aspirin. It’s an immensely powerful synthetic morphine, chemically similar to heroin, and known to be potentially lethal. What on earth was going on?

Unfortunately, a miasma of squalor, mystery and downright dishonesty has swirled about Jackson for years. Despite the weirdest and most implausible denials, we all know the star long ago set out to look like a white man – or even a white woman.

Yet he and his croneys always insisted his changing skin tone was due to the condition vitiligo – this causes patchy depigmentation. It does not turn black people white.

Jackson was an influential example of that terrible form of self-loathing called cosmetic skin whitening, and his contribution to the cause of black equality was wholly negative.

Comparing the crumbling, ravaged pseudo-features of the middle-aged recluse with the happy, smiling little black boy of the early Jackson 5 is heartbreaking. But in Jackson’s childhood, glittering with early fame and fortune but sadly lacking in the normal pleasures of careless play and anonymity, the seeds of his later ruin were sown.

He spent the rest of his life trying to avoid adulthood through gross self-indulgence and vapid fantasy. Even creepier than the plastic surgery were the rumours from the Neverland ranch, the ’sleepovers’ with barely pubescent boys, which he described as ‘a beautiful thing’.

Jackson was acquitted of child abuse in 2005, but after previous allegations in 1993, he paid out a vast $22 million to the boy’s father in exchange for their silence.

These uncomfortable facts have conveniently been forgotten in the Niagara of celebrity twitter, grotesque exaggeration and false sentiment that’s scaling heights of mawkish sentimentality not seen since the death of Princess Diana.

Madonna, Demi Moore and Britney Spears have made their feelings known – not in private, to Jackson’s family, of course, but to the world. And the basic dishonesty continues. Geller, the famous spoon-bender, says his close friend Jackson had recently been ‘terribly fit and basically in good shape’. No he wasn’t. He had a chicken bone for a nose, was in and out of a wheelchair, and looked increasingly like Bette Davis in Whatever Happened To Baby Jane?

Black civil rights campaigner Rev. Al Sharpton has hailed him as a ‘historic figure’, like Abraham Lincoln or Martin Luther King, and said he ‘made culture accept a person of colour way before Tiger Woods’. Didn’t the Rev. Al ever notice anything funny about Jackson’s colour?

Enough of this delusional postmortem hype,please. A handful of Jackson’s tunes will last as long as people love pop music – that’s no mean achievement – and at his peak he could dance like Fred Astaire.

But he was also a deeply flawed individual who lived a life of consistent and cowardly denial and evasion. For whatever messy psychological reasons, Jackson could never be honest about himself. At least we should be.

Reviews Are In: Mariah Carey’s Obsessed is a Hit! June 27, 2009

The reviews are in, and everyone is raving about Mariah Carey’s new hit, Obsessed!

Billboard is saying that it could be her 19th #1 hit! Crazy. New York Magazine says that it is the summer jam that will soon replace Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas, but warns that their new song, I Gotta Feeling, may hold her back.

Either way, with AutoTune and all, Mariah has a hit on her hand!

Check out the hot jam at MariahCarey.com

Farrah Fawcets Funeral June 27, 2009

After her long battle with anal cancer, Farrah Fawcet passed away yesterday.

Her funeral will be next Tuesday afternoon in L.A. at the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels.

Last Michael Jackson Pic June 27, 2009

The last known image of Jacko Wacko surfaced the same day he died. In full clad make-up, he was rushed to a hospital only to be pronounced dead.

Apparently he has over 100 songs in unreleased material. So for all of people who look over the fact that he was child molester, and instead said he was just wacky and had great music, don’t fret… lots of CD’s are sure to be released.

Perez Hilton Cries Wolf June 22, 2009

Blogger wanna-be personality cried wolf last night and places Black Eye Peas lead singer/rapper/produce Will.I.Am to blame.

But, not only has Perez been branded a liar, he has errupted fans of both sides. Perez Tweeted for HELP last night, which in return flooded the Toronto police… i.e.. when someone else had a real problem, they could not get thru.

The media attention hooker Tweeted the following instead of calling the police himself:

-I’m in shock. I need the police ASAP. Please come to the SoHo Metropolitan Hotel now. Please.
about 7 hours ago from Sidekick

-I was assaulted by Will.I.Am of the Black Eyed Peas and his security guards. I am bleeding. Please, I need to file a police report. No joke.
about 7 hours ago from Sidekick

-Still waiting for the police. The bleeding has stopped. I need to document this. Please, can the police come to the SoHo Met Hotel.
about 7 hours ago from Sidekick

-I spoke to my lawyer. I really need to talk to the authorities. Please come to the SoHo Met Hotel. Have called the police. Need them here.
about 7 hours ago from Sidekick

-The Toronto police are here now. Thank you. Please stop calling them.
about 7 hours ago from Sidekick

It is pretty strange how he Tweeted and contacted his Lawyer while Bleeding like crazy.

In response, Will.I.Am told his side of the story via the web. I.e… saying that Perez was mean to Fergie and he stood up for her, only to have a drunk Perez call him a FAGGOT.

In response to that, the over weight/obese blogger Perez said that he was not looking for Drama, but only writes about it. In the Oscar worthy video, the pig cries, pulls God into it, and ends will calling Fergie fugly. Nice. This will only help his report I am sure.

With hopes that Will.I.Am countersues, only time will tell.

Note to self though… If you are hurt and Bleeding and fearing for your life, but you have a Lady GaGa body guard, you should not Tweet and call your lawyer.

Perez thrust himself even more into the spotlight by making the Miss California ordeal nation wide… Looks like he wanted to dig in further by messing with the Number 1 Band/Group in the World right now.

Below are links to both of their videos:

http://dipdive.com/member/iamwill/tv/#/~/videoplayer/0/undefined/48856/~/

http://perezhilton.com/2009-06-22-my-statement

More Barcelona Pics! June 13, 2009

Jenna has been amazing! lOVE her!

The market down the street is Mental!

More pics to come… xoxo

My Friend Ed Lands In Barcelona, Spain!! June 11, 2009

Wow! What a long day! Or 2 that is! Yesterday we traveled all day and finally made it to Barcelona! My agent is beat now, so he is snoring away! We had a layover in NY, then after some delays, we finally made it!

It is soo beautiful! With the lack of sleep, it still seems surreals that we are even here. The patio door is open right now and I hear the people outside and the cars passing. We unpacked when we got to our lovely hotel, and then went out on a 2 hour stroll or so.l It could have been longer. Enjoy some pics, xoxo!

The view from our room!

About to hit the city up.

Art in motion!

My Friend Ed Travels! June 9, 2009

My Friend Ed is going to SPAIN tomorrow!  

So, updates my not be so celebrity.. prob more Vacation pics!

Barcelona, Valencia, France!

Be back in a week and a half or 2!  Until then, enjoy my online journal!  It will all be found on the home page as well as the new category, SPAIN VACA!

xoxo

Kim Kardashian Ages Like a Dog June 9, 2009

Dog Years that is.. she looks about 45 now?  Hmm.