Kanye West, who took Twitter by grammatically-deficient storm last week, elected to follow a sole individual, 19-year-old Steve Holmes (@ste_101) of Coventry, England.
However, the Tweeter is more annoyed, than happy about it.
“I just commented on something on Kanye West’s account and next thing I know he’s following me. I was like, ‘Oh my God!’ But about 20 seconds later I had 20 messages from people I didn’t even know and my phone wouldn’t stop bleeping.”
Steve’s followers shot from 60 to more than 1,000 in an hour. Now, he’s sporting almost 5,000. But it’s been strange, he says.
“A guy wanted me to look at his film trailer and people have been sending me links to their music demos — as if I have some sort of influence over Kanye West. The funny thing is — I like his music, but I’m not his biggest fan.”
Kanye, who has amassed more than 400,000 followers in a week’s time, kicked off Steve’s stint of Web notoriety with the words: “You are the chosen one dun dun dun dun.”
A UK woman has revealed how Sex and the City inspired her to bed 1000 men.
Christina Saunders, from Hertfordshire in east England, reached the target last month after setting herself the challenge 10 years ago, News of the World reports.
It all began after she watched the first series of Sex and the City while stuck at home with a bout of flu in 2000.
“The thought of four women gloating about sleeping their way around New York hadn’t appealed to me but I had nothing better to do so I watched it,” she was reported saying.
The then university student said she’d had just one sexual encounter at the time. But her modest attitude to sex changed after watching the sexually liberated character Samantha. “She had a male attitude of sleeping around and it fascinated me,” Ms Saunders, now 30, said.
Saunders began picking up men in bars or while on vacation and kept a tally of her conquests in a notebook. She would rate them from 1 to 10 — yeah, feel sorry for the dude who only got a 1.
Florida resident Cynthia Ware has been charged with attempted murder, after she went psycho on her boyfriend for changing the channel from American Idol to something else!
Ware is accused of pouring hot chocolate on boyfriend Kevin Johnson, 47, after Johnson went to bed following the dispute, said St. Petersburg police spokeswoman Jennifer Dawkins. She then stabbed him in the back with a steak knife and then, after he ran downstairs from the hotel room where they were living, she attacked him again, Dawkins said.
It was in the parking lot of the hotel – the Empress Hotel, 1501 Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. St. N. – where a crowd formed, and police were soon dispatched, Dawkins said.
It was unknown what exactly the dispute over the television show was, Dawkins said. During the dispute, he changed the channel, she kept arguing and he didn’t feel like arguing anymore, so he went to bed, Dawkins said. Johnson was sleeping when Ware attacked him, the spokeswoman said.
Johnson suffered second-degree burns, in addition to the stab wounds, and was taken to Bayfront Medical Center. He is expected to survive his injuries.
No really… turn OFF the TV.
I remember many times working in television, where shows would get preempted by let’s say, The President. The phones would ring off the hook, with viewers demanding things like, “Turn this off and turn the Price is Right back on.”
source: St. Pete woman attacks boyfriend over ‘American Idol,’ police say [the suncoast news]
Imagine going to see your favorite artist in concert and they jump off the stage and start punching you in the face. Well in the video below this happened to one Kid Cudi fan.
This all went down at a concert in Vancouver over the weekend when Michael Sharpe got punched in the face by the R&B star.
Sharpe says that one fan threw up his wallet on stage but when Cudi threw it back into the crowd he accidentally caught it so he threw it back up, this didn’t settle too well with Cudi who jumped off the stage and started to punch him.
Sharpe says that he isn’t going to press charges, he tells TMZ“I’m not upset, I’m not going to be that person. I just want to meet him and be like ‘I’m the guy you punched.’ I’m not going to press charges.”
If this happened to me I would seriously kick the living shit out of Kid Cudi, well I’d try before security got me.
In her song Circus, according to Britney Spears there is only two types of people in the world. Well there is apparently nine types of Britney fans who attend her concerts…
THE YOUNG SKANKS
Armed with a skirt line threatening to expose their lady regions with every half-step of her six-inch stilettos, The Young Skank is a many-numbered, many-splendored thing at the Britney concert. They’re here for the (underage) drinking, the straight dudes (approximately seven per show), and the excuse to wear a slutty top to show off their new rack.
Inside the show, the pose is generally uniform: cup of frothy beer thrusted into the air on high in the right hand, digital camera dangling from wriststrap on right hand, ass grinding hard against whatever skank/old man/chair seems closest. By the time “Get Naked†comes on, remember to shield your eyes—thongs leave devastating bruises when slingshot from across the arena.
THE OLD SKANKS
Bless their hearts. Forty is the new twenty, right ladies? This grown-up version of The Young Skank actually doesn’t know Britney’s lyrics by heart. Also, they don’t know the dances. They’re just here to prove, to themselves, that they’ve still got It. Wobbling around on imitation Christian Lacroixs stilettos rivaling even the bravest of their youthful counterparts, you’ll find The Old skanks wrapped around their toothless biker hubbies in the arena, giggling and making out as the show goes on. Leopard print is common, though a nice trim of zebra and pleather may waddle past your sight line during “Radar.” And if you really want to have some fun, watch their expressions whenever a twenty-one-year old breeze rolls by. Or appears shirtless on stage.
STATE SCHOOL GIRLS
You’ve seen them flocking into the show in droves: North Face sweaters (really?), Ugg boots (really?), and their hair slicked back in a ponytail that shines (REALLY?!). They don’t give a shit if this is a tour is for her latest album; they’re here for the nostalgia factor.
Good luck enjoying the concert if you’re standing next to this giggly gaggle. If they’re not busy readjusting their leggings and gabbing about Twitter mid-concert, they’re elbowing you to take their picture with all five of their cameras slung around your arm. Oh, and as for the music? You try enjoying Britney’s pre-recorded vocals with “SING …BABY ONE MORE TIME!†ringing in your ears for 90 minutes.
THE FRIGHTENINGLY DEVOTED GAYS & GIRLS
I’m talking to you. Now, we’ve been there every step of the way, from “Baby One More Time” to the 2007 Video Music Awards. We’re here for BRITNEY. And no, it hasn’t always been so easy.
Two years ago she was shaving her head, speaking in tongues, and getting strapped on to a gurney for a brief “relaxation” stint. And if there’s one thing we gays love more than rooting for a pop tart down on her luck, it’s her divine and miraculous return to grace. So look for us—we’ll be peppering the audience in our homemade, hot-pink glitter tees. And if you can’t see us, just stick out an ear and listen for the violent, shrill screams of “I LOVE YOU!†tucked in between the heaving sobs. We’re also the A-holes who paid top dollar for VIP passes, which we’ll be wearing around our necks for 72 more hours.
THE YOUNG GAYS
Oh, the nu-gays. At first, they’re easily confused with the devotees. But do not be fooled—they’re hardly fans. These are the followers trailing behind much of today’s overexposed pop culture—the same boys who believe Katy Perry is interesting (and bisexual), that Lady Gaga is the new Madonna, and that the music made before they were born (also known as The Pre-Auto-Tune Era) is like, totally boring. And since Britney remains just as much a radio fixture as she did with her debut, they’re here because society dictates that they should be—and hey, maybe they’ll score with that cute boy three rows down after the show. The one with the tongue ring.
PERVY, OLDER GAYS
They don’t know the words, they don’t know the dances, and perhaps if they weren’t surrounded by a dozen or so young gay men, they’d be giving you a piece of their mind about the state of the music industry today. Instead, they’ll settle by gently swaying along to the music in a X-Small tee and some tight leather arm bands, mostly devoted to providing long, awkward side-glances in your general direction. They, like the old skanks, are also here to prove that they’ve still ‘got it’—but mostly, they’re here for you, which is why they arrived alone. Have fun with that.
MEN WHO DRESS UP AS BRITNEY
Since the Post-Breakdown Era, the lady garment-wearin’ population has exploded throughout Britneydom like a Spederline spawn through a birthing canal. Now an irreversible, full-fledged gay icon, Britney and her many signature looks (the “Slave†outfit, the “Oops†PVC one-piece, and of course the “Baby†Catholic schoolgirl) have given cross-dressing pop fans a reason to hang up the ’84 VMA wedding dress and try something new for a change. Double-takes and quick camera phone snaps are more than welcome. In fact, if you don’t notice their red pleather one-piece, they’ll cut a bitch.
THE STRAIGHT GUYS
While few in number, representatives of the breeding male population do indeed make cameos at Britney concerts. Almost all of them are dutifully playing the role of the unwilling-but-submissive boyfriend (often to the Young Skank), dragged in as retribution for forgetting a birthday or just some good ol’ “bonding time.†Whether they’re scoping out the crowd for an opportune nip-slip or listening for another yelp of “My pussy’s hanging out!†from the stage, these boys are here for the T&A. With one arm secured behind their lady, The Straight Guys aren’t just marking their territory. In the presence of seven-foot trannies and fire-engine red flamers, they’re struggling to hold on to their machismo. In some cases, exercises in identity validation may prove vital, so remember: If you’re a lady attending the Britney show and you feel a slight tap on the ass, don’t worry—it’s not rude…it’s just necessary at some point.
OBLIVIOUS MOMS
This one never ceases to amaze me, and yet, they’ve shown up at every concert. They’re here for the 1998 Britney. Ever since Bethany and Madison were born, Mommy’s been too busy taking them out on play dates, enrolling them in private school, and preparing their lunches to notice that Britney’s turned into a major, major slut.
If it’s not the dirty pole routines and barely-there outfits, it’s the general buffoonery of the crowd that’ll have the moms storming out and demanding a refund about five songs into the show. (This is different from The Old Skank, who may be a mother, but is having a lovely time.) It’s quite likely The Oblivious Mom will even work up the anger to write a rant for the local paper, disgusted by what they thought would be just a wholesome night out with the kids. After all, Jessica Simpson would never be this distasteful.
This list is so true, when I was dragged to Britney Spears‘ Circus tour (translation – when I happily went but don’t want people to know that) I seen every single one of these groups.
source: The 9 Types of Britney Spears Concert Fans [Queerty]
Joaquin Phoenix was involved in a huge brawl while performing at a Miami night club last night, wrestling a heckler to the ground before being dragged off by security.
The actor-turned-rapper, 34, jumped off the stage mid-way through his appearance to confront the mouthy audience member.
An enraged Joaquin, sounding a little more coherent than in recent times, announced: “We have a f***ing b**** in the audience.”
Nodding his head while rapping to a beat, he told the man: “I’ve got $1million in the bank. What have you got b****?”
Joaquin – who sources say arrived four hours late for the gig at the LIV night club in the Fontainebleau Miami Beach hotel – then launched himself into the crowd.
The crowd chanted “beat him up, beat him up” as Joaquin got stuck in.
What others said:
Dlisted says, “I understand that Joaquin wants to join the “You So Artsy” club by doing this performance rap, but can he drop the homeless man look? Can’t he be a hot and freshly shampooed crazy person?”
It’s almost like he’s slowly self destructing — take cover.
David Copperfield‘s assistant was rushed to the hospital on Wednesday after he was accidentally pulled into the vortex of an oversized fan on stage of Copperfield’s An Intimate Evening of Grand Illusion at the MGM Grand Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas.
The audience watched in shock and horror as Brandon was sucked into the fan and then rushed to hospital, he suffered puncture wounds in his face and broke his arm in several places.
Copperfield’s rep said “during an illusion where David attempts to walk through the rotating blades of a 12-foot high industrial fan, the fan and its platform were being rotated by one of David’s illusion technicians. Just prior to David himself walking through the fan, [the assistant] was accidentally pulled into the vortex of the moving fan blades, causing injury to his arm and face.”
“The surgery was several hours wherein the doctors could insert pins and bolts. There was a puncture on his face requiring eight or nine stitches. The Copperfield crew waited at the hospital during his arm and face surgery.”
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Copperfield who was by his assistant’s bedside when he woke up from surgery said, “Brandon is a fantastic guy that has been with our team almost a year and is a loyal and hard-working illusion technician that is truly loved by all who know him. Many people assume that the death-defying illusions I do on stage are not dangerous. This unfortunate accident shows that couldn’t be further from the truth, and we’re just thankful that Brandon’s injuries weren’t worse.”
Well at least the audience got some kind of twist to the show? Although I’m sure they could do without seeing David Copperfield‘s assistant blood splattered everywhere.
Ware is accused of pouring hot chocolate on boyfriend Kevin Johnson, 47, after Johnson went to bed following the dispute, said St. Petersburg police spokeswoman Jennifer Dawkins. She then stabbed him in the back with a steak knife and then, after he ran downstairs from the hotel room where they were living, she attacked him again, Dawkins said.
