Nicky Hilton Gossip
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It was a stacked weekend. The Masters, the Olivier Awards, the Movie Awards, the Avengers junket, and, most importantly, the season 5 premiere of Game Of Thrones…
A great first episode, non? As reintroductions go, it was a tidy one. And suggestive. Deliciously suggestive. Having now seen the first four, without spoiling, I can tell you that, holy sh-t, Sansa Stark is finally paying off. Which, God, as a writer must be the most rewarding thing. Sansa, for me, already, is the “A” story to follow this season. Recap will be posted first this morning.
Oh. And then there was Coachella, where celebrities dress like assholes and Leonardo DiCaprio tries to dance. What? Of course he was there. Where else would he be but surrounded by supermodels, flower crowns, and Ebola Hilton? Read Full Intro
And many of you do as you’re disgusted by his photos and how he depicts his subjects, you won’t mind these pictures at all, even though Ebola Paris Hilton is in them. Richardson has allowed himself to be infected by Hollywood Ebola. It’s all over him. It’s coursing through his bloodstream right now. Full Story
Ebola Hilton arrived in Melbourne the other day with its sister Nicky. Nicky also brought along her boyfriend David Katzenberg. Jeffrey Katzenberg raised a son who’d date a Hilton? Shame. Ebola and crew will next be heading to Sydney where it’s scheduled to host a NYE party and people are supposed to pay online if they want to watch like f-cking lame sh-ts from the comfort of their basements at their parents’ house. Full Story
Gross smut is the funniest smut…and this story had to rank. Cammy D was partying at Teddy’s in the Spring with Nicky Hilton. Of course hanging with a relation of Ebola had its consequences. Because at some point in the night, Cam hit the loo and starting busting her zits. Not sure if the puss hit the mirror but clearly Cam felt it was the right time for a facial. Full Story
What kind of an idiot takes a 4 year old to camp outside Paris Hilton’s house way past her bedtime??? If you live in Florida, please find this bitch and slap her sh-tless.
As for your emails – whether or not Daniel Radcliffe pinged my gaydar following his leather vest appearance in Details … no and not in person either. Just young and Eurostyle. Think Jude Law.
Tuesday, am online all day, refresh for new posts.
Yours in gossip,
PS. Much love and affection to Sue R who just had her baby Jack weighing in at a hefty 9 lbs – congratulations!
Why will Hollywood Ebola live forever? What makes the deadly disease unkillable? Because of useless f&cking twats like this. Check it out – some loser from bumf&ck god knows where drags a 4 year old out to Paris Hilton’s house, waiting alongside the paps just to score a brief moment and a photo with The Virus, telling everyone that the child is Paris’s biggest fan. Full Story
Both in Malibu, both famewhores, both understand the game, and at the same time both want to outdo the other. You will recall Paris Hilton told Larry King when asked about Lindsay in rehab, she replied: I don’t have any friends in rehab. And yet she showed up yesterday at Lilo’s Fourth of July bash, knowing she’d make a splash of her own and steal away a little of Lindsay’s thunder. Full Story
A clean and sober Lindsay Lohan continues to kick back in Malibu following her Promises exit. Here she is yesterday on a coffee run at the local market. Cute dress. A diseased and dirty Paris Hilton continues to celebrate her release from prison and, also in Malibu, is planning a huge bender tonight, because sunning herself in Hawaii and throwing parties is exactly the dramatic character change she referred to on Larry King Live. Full Story
Hollywood Ebola with Larry King – the most anticlimactic hour long interview, like, ever. Except of course when she tried to fellate him right off the top…that was enjoyable. And then the lies – the lies about drugs, the lies about the Bible. Good for a few chuckles but only just a few. Full Story
Seem to have caught myself a proper London cold from getting drenched in several sudden downpours stupidly without an umbrella. Am almost British I think. Love it.
Thanks again for your understanding yesterday during a mad rush day in Paris shooting footage for eTalk. I did NOT get to go to Collette. Am hurting.
Still… it was a good day to skip. The day Hollywood Ebola walked free looking flushed and actually rather lovely and definitely not emaciated which brings to mind all those “inside source” reports on TMZ during her incarceration. “She’s not eating, she’s truly suffering, she won’t touch her food”. Something stinks about that situation, non?
Because if you ask me, she looked pretty un-starved in every photo from every angle I saw as she catwalked her way out of the slammer. But then again, as the NY Post printed today, food was being delivered to her straight from the prison guards who for the duration of her stay turned into her snack and beauty bitches, filling her orders and personally delivering her food.
But then again, can you fault her for that? Can you fault her for going back to the tried and true? For putting her legs up and spreading the black hole in exchange for some prison pampering? Good on her for not letting jail time take away her greatest gift. That festering virus sells sex like nobody else…though for this week at least Us Weekly ain’t buying.
Love Janice Min.
A ban on Paris Hilton stories in this week"s magazine citing “Paris fatigue” as the reason, going so far as to say “that in many ways her time with US Weekly has moved on."
Hollywood Ebola no longer good enough for Us Weekly? There is a Goddess.
And Pipsqueak Justin Timberlake is still a farking wanker.
“Do you want me to juggle too???” Said to a child fan who had the temerity – can you imagine!!! – to ask for a photo. Because the heavens conspired to make him a star. Because he is who he is on talent alone. Because his musical gifts have saved the world as we know it. Because all of this entitles him to negate those without whom he’d be nothing.
And you wonder why I call him an ungrateful little prick whose balls never dropped? Pipsqueak forever. Pipsqueak for always.
Wednesday – again my apologies for yesterday’s lacking column. Will try to make it up to you today with a brand new giveaway. Need new shades?
Blogging from London all day…check back often.
Yours in gossip,
PS. Don"t forget to check out Duana"s guest post from yesterday. Scroll down.
Coincidence or conspiracy? Janice Min declares a ban on Paris Hilton, People Magazine whips out its new cover: an exclusive with Hollywood Ebola complete with photo shoot and interview. So now People Magazine is the prophet for the new Paris Hilton? If you are a subscriber to the magazine, you probably aren’t too impressed, are you? And how changed can one person be if the first priority post-prison is to fix her weave and pose for a photo? Bitch… please. Full Story
Probably a result of public disappointment, for fear of backlash and ridicule, NBC killed its plan to pay Hollywood Ebola a million dollars for her first post-prison interview. Barbara Walters, that senile old bag, in a moment of lucidity, also rejected the opportunity, likely bombarded over the last two weeks by emails from disbelieving viewers about her transparent defence of Paris on The View. Full Story
Slept a little, shopped more, had a lovely lovely dinner at The Wolseley with the lovely lovely Claire from Grazia. Why no Grazia in North America? Cutest fashion tips ever. Love, love, love.
Just back now from an insomnia-induced, drizzling run through Hyde Park around the most serene little lake … my heart belongs to London.
My heart however has no affection for NBC. It took that peacock an interminable amount of time and several fan petitions to lackadaisically renew Friday Night Lights, the most universally acclaimed show to come along in years but how easy now… a $1 million offer on the table for the exclusive first post-prison interview with that festering scab Paris Hilton? Hollywood Ebola who abuses animals and doesn’t care if her cat gets run over and leaves her dogs running up and down the street unleashed and unattended to? Bet your concrete tits Meredith Vieira will NOT be asking about that.
Weak. So weak.
As for The View considering hiring a homo gay as the Fourth Lady – about time. My vote is for Mario Cantone. But how about getting rid of that senile old bat Barbara Walters and giving the show a double shot of queer? Two flames, the faghag Joy, and the ultra-conservative Elisabeth every morning around the coffee table – I would watch every day…wouldn’t you?
Friday – catching up from yesterday, blogging all morning UK time then headed to a junket. Fill you in on everything magical and even a little muggle on Monday.
Have a great weekend!
Yours in gossip,
PS. Canadian readers living in London are tossing around idea for a bit of a smutty gathering here. Which means we get sh-tfaced and gossip. Will update this section of the site over the weekend if something is confirmed.
PPS. Confirmed. Saturday night 7pm at Smith"s of Smithfield, in Clerkenwell:
So they’ve finally removed Paris Hilton from that cushy little room at the infirmary and transferred her back to Lynnwood where she’ll likely serve out the remainder of her sentence in solitary, on a hard little bed hopefully with her head beside a festering toilet.
Our last days of joy before her disease lashes out in freedom, stronger than ever, with that greedy little fool Barbara Walters shoved half way up her ass. Enjoy it while it lasts.
Sorry… have been distracted the last few days trying to get over a new book and it’s time for a new recommendation anyway. The Post Birthday World by Lionel Shriver – an extremely uncomfortable read, as is the case with everything else she writes including of course We Need to Talk About Kevin. She has that gift of sneaking up on you, subtly forcing you to confront the worst parts of yourself, the parts so easy to suppress during a dinner party as you collectively rage against the common enemy only to realise later on that you have more in common with it than you think. Definitely NOT a beach read but a read that stays with you for ages.
Thursday, posting all day, refresh browser often.
Yours in gossip,
PS. Thanks to what seems like the entire city of Calgary for the thorough, insightful description of Cowboys. Hot girls who rub up against dude for big tips – as much at $10K during Stampede – and who apparently get half a boob job paid for if they stay six months … sounds like my kind of place. Am headed to Calgary late July…will have to drop in.