Intro for August 16, 2012
Please. Stop sending me that Idris Elba link. You know the one. And if you don’t, consider yourself fortunate. Because it’s never, ever going to happen, even when it’s muted. All it does is remind me of the time he sang that song on the beach that I wrote about last year - click here for a refresher - and, yes, I am officially mad at you for making me dig through the archives to find that link because that sh-t should be BURIED FOREVER. This...is a problem for me. That Idris Elba doesn’t have the self-awareness. That Idris Elba is not unlike one of those people who audition for American Idol but shouldn’t.
I’ve a sh-tty couple of days ahead on two shoots. There is usually time to blog here and there but it’s not the standard me sitting at a desk all day gossiping situation. Most of the column has been pre-written overnight with contributions from Sarah and Maria and Sasha fashion-finding Union Jack clothes and I’ll add new articles during the day on breaks though it could be a light afternoon but we will get to that Jodie Foster on Kristen Stewart article this afternoon.
Sorry about the inconvenience. I’ll be home in Vancouver next week for 3 straight before TIFF with no interruption. Thanks for your patience and understanding.
Yours in gossip,