In an eerie piece of foreshadowing, Katie Holmes stands in front of a bat-infested Eiffel Tower earlier this week.
Only two days later, Tom Cruise proposes to her atop the (conveniently phallic) monument, thereby sucking the blood out of Holme's career like a vampire.
Bitter, us?
Destiny's Child make one final push for album sales before they disappear for ever by joining Philadelphia's Live 8 bill. Meanwhile Status Quo are reduced to begging Bob Geldof to let them play. Just like they begged Radio 1 to play their records, and their guitar teacher to show them where to put their fingers for Em7.
Yawn! EMI plan to introduce copy protection to their CDs which will limit you to burning three copies of any one song onto a complation CD. Except, they admit, its not foolproof. So what's the point?
Stuntmen have been throwing themselves down the steps and running through big piles of cardboard boxes at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences.
Why? Because they want a new Oscar category for stuntwork. We hope the Academy agrees, then calls it "Best fucking explosion," or something.
What's it like to have to cater to the demands of trumped-up teenage tartlet Lindsay Lohan on the set of a movie? One man spills the beans.
Lohan's top diva moment is refusing to rehearse because she's "waiting for the FBI to call." It happens to us all...Labels: destiny's child, Katie Holmes, lindsay lohan, Music, Tom Cruise
