i talk too much

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97334602011-07-08T12:18:21.351+10:00i talk too muchTallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.comBlogger1941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-59126067803044582492009-09-20T20:01:00.021+10:002009-09-22T00:45:07.460+10:00Top Ten

Hi. Yeah. Last week. I still can't muster up the enthusiasm to watch the whole thing. I tried, really, but Suzi Quatro's voice is cracked to hell and you could hardly hear her singing when she did 'Devil Gate Drive' and also, relevance much? I mean, I think having her there is awesome, but did any of these kids really know who she was - maybe Casey and Toby as they're older, but the others? I

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-65554189406670995942009-09-06T19:15:00.004+10:002009-09-07T01:35:34.346+10:00And Wildcards make 12

Australian Idol 2009. We're down one judge, one co-host and one Kermit the Frog sounding piano playing band leader. We are still painfully up one annoying ex-contestant who can not for the life of her, satisfactorily prove to me that she deserves to be on the show in any way, shape or form unless that shape takes the form of a lifesized cutout with a target on her head that can be bought in any

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-4722891272024448232009-08-24T20:02:00.002+10:002009-08-24T21:27:17.685+10:00Idle

Then.September 17th, 2006;"Jessica Mauboy continues to show us how unbearably cute she is and what an awesome set of pipes she has by laying out Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Walk Away’, a move that initially had my head in my hands because that is a hard song to sing, but Jessica nails it to the freaking wall. When she hits the big KC note in the middle she gets a ridiculously pleased look on her face, she’

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-12496773413170330742009-01-20T21:56:00.007+11:002009-01-20T22:07:03.699+11:00Oh, happy day.

Oy. You? Fuck off. You? Don't let us down. Brave New World commences in three . . . two . . . one . . .

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-381501260053086572008-11-23T17:25:00.002+11:002008-11-23T18:48:21.351+11:00Idol. A Journey!!1!

Season OneThere are two standout moments from S1 in my mind. The first moment is sitting in my living room watching the Final Three as the boys put Guy Sebastian through to the Opera House and then paused whilst Cosima produced a piece of paper as she had something to say. At that moment, I knew she was withdrawing. The previous night she had noticeably lost part of her vocals during 'River

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-20464612953549831142008-11-17T13:02:00.003+11:002008-11-17T19:56:57.725+11:00. . . must . . . show . . . interest . . .

*sleeps in**reads newspaper**drinks too much coffee, wanders around the house, briefly considers alphabetising DVD's and CD's**has lunch, does dishes, watches same Gilmore Girls episode twice**twiddles thumbs**sighs, reluctantly sits down to write blog about Final Three*Okay. So. Killer Fatigue has totally kicked in, hasn't it? Granted I was sick last week and doing a show at the same time which

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-70804939651000133812008-11-03T19:30:00.005+11:002008-11-04T01:17:46.859+11:00Liveblogging; Five to Four

7 31 Mathieson is sans jacket again, but is looking a thousand times sharper than last night. Both boys are wearing very pretty ties - Jimmy's has a nice embossed pattern and G's is accountant hot - it's an acquired taste. I've acquired it. He breaks it to Chrislyn that she's Bottom Three. Jimmy lets Wes and his HIDEOUS yellow shirt know that they are safe. G moves on to Teale who smiles that

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-41747891723395221972008-11-02T19:46:00.017+11:002008-11-03T22:01:16.675+11:00Blame It On The Boogie. Or Wolfgang Peterson. Or Something. Yeah?

I started writing this after the show in a timely manner (slight lie. Tiny, wee, I-did-not-have-sexual-relations-with-that-woman sized lie) and then got distracted by Outbreak on Channel Nine. Man, I love that movie. Dustin Hoffman, Rene Russo, Morgan 'Voice of God' Freeman, Donald Sutherland, Kevin Spacey, JT Walsh in one little bitty uncredited scene knocking it out of the PARK playing the

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-31317133418209695462008-10-27T19:30:00.005+11:002008-10-27T21:04:57.836+11:00Liveblogging; Six to Five

7 31 G (in a fetching pin striped suit and pink breast cancer ribbon on his lapel and and awesome black and white vertically striped tie) tells Luke and Wes that they're the only two who haven't been in the Bottom Three but that one of them is this week and he takes such a large pause in between "Wes" and "you're safe" that Wes and I think he's B3, but it's Luke. They manfully shake hands.

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-54952543129499417142008-10-27T13:52:00.015+11:002008-10-28T01:09:20.580+11:00Let me whisper in your ear

So last night I came home from rehearsals - after stopping on the way to do a little grocery shopping - and sat down with my dinner and my Fosse to watch Idol. It's been an age since we watched together, what with rehearsals and whatnot, and he's missed my screeching and anger, I can tell. He pretends not to, but he does, really. Anyway, Fosse bitched about how he hates The Rolling Stones, I told

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-63208621273510639362008-10-20T19:31:00.006+11:002008-10-21T12:09:22.028+11:00Liveblogging; Seven to Six

7 31 G smirks as he stands next to his newly returned boyfriend Mathieson and tells Luke, Chrislyn and Wes that they're safe. Mathieson wastes no time telling Teale and Sophie that they're Bottom Three and then makes G cry bitter angry stompy tears as he puts Mark into the B3 for the first time. You know why he's there? Because everyone in Australia who normally watches, MISSED HIS PERFORMANCE

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-26956337806335378532008-10-19T19:04:00.009+11:002008-10-20T02:43:55.996+11:00So, what you're saying is the show was on an hour earlier?

Oh my god. You guys. You GUYS. Idol started at SIX THIRTY. At SIX THIRTY. I only switched my tv on at 6.45. I missed Spano. I missed Spano. And YouTube is giving me no love, instead I've watched his 'Come Said The Boy' performance from the semi finals twice and immersed myself in the Sixty Minutes piece about Great White sharks to make myself feel better. Hello my pretties . . . ooh, what biiiig

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-90328616834384909092008-10-12T19:42:00.012+11:002008-10-13T16:42:51.501+11:00Songs In The Key Of Firing Ricki Lee

In deference to the fact that she is driving me bug eyed freaking crazy and RUINING MY SHOW, tonight's theme is Songs In The Key Of Firing Ricki Lee (it completely and utterly rhymes, say it out loud!! Go on, you know you want to!) It out RAWKS their lacklustre RAWK theme night in which both Kirk Pengilly and one of the Farrissesss (Farrissi?) - not the hot one - prove to be not one tenth as

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-54375744659065181512008-10-06T19:31:00.005+11:002008-10-06T21:24:16.185+11:00Liveblogging; Nine to Eight

7 30 The boys sombrely open the show with the death of Levi and speak fondly of him. That's nice.7 31 G blue envelopes Madam Parker for the second week in a row, Mathieson puts Roshani Priddis in the Bottom Three and G rounds it out with Chrislyn Hamilton. And I am LITERALLY sitting here with my jaw on the floor that that's the B3. Not that Roshani and Madam don't deserve to be there. But still.

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-77210293737195408442008-10-05T19:31:00.005+11:002008-10-06T03:03:32.981+11:00S.O.S.

Before we get to the bitching and snarky portion of this evening's entertainment, I'd like to take a moment and remember Levi Kereama, who you may remember from Season One of Idol and who has reportedly committed suicide this weekend. Levi wasn't one of my favourites in Season One, he certainly wasn't someone whose career I followed but I remember quite clearly, him doing the rap portion of

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-74558109532196634892008-09-28T22:20:00.005+10:002008-09-29T17:35:03.731+10:00Shaddupyaface.

So, pretty much every year - every year - the Idol contestants ruin some good ol' Aussie songs, although last year The Gauc (remember her? Yeah, me neither) did this ;"Andrew G’s girlfriend Natalie Gauci is singing The Divinyls ‘All The Boys In Town’ and from the moment I heard she was doing that song, I said to myself that she would have to dirty it up because Chrissy Amphlett could make 'Ave

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-87138080860648720272008-09-22T19:31:00.003+10:002008-09-22T20:45:16.704+10:00Liveblogging; Eleven to Ten.

7 32 Mathieson and his skinny tie put Brooke Addamo in the bottom three, G calls out Sophie Paterson and Mathieson rounds out the bottom three with the only person who actually deserves to be there, Thanh Bui.7 33 Brooke's disappointment is palpable as she sings 'Bette Davis Eyes' again and this fucking sucks, there is no way this girl should be in the bottom three and if she goes I will be mega

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-11030710386186579552008-09-21T23:00:00.006+10:002008-09-22T17:11:54.739+10:00Songs my father flogged to death**

So, my dad? He's TOTALLY one of those people who likes a song, purchases it and who plays it again and again and again. And not on his old school Sony Walkman where only he is subjected to the dulcet tones of The Manhattan Transfer harmonising their way through 'Chanson d'amour', but on the TEAC home stereo system, turned up to eleven and blasting through the living room into every corner of the

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-4660297743567835832008-09-15T19:32:00.005+10:002008-09-16T01:24:32.056+10:00Liveblogging; Twelve to Eleven.

7.32 No screwing about kids, straight into it. From his handy little Bottom Three card, G calls forward a not terribly surprised Jonny Taylor, Mathieson gives us Sophie Paterson and G rounds out the trio by reading out Teale Jakubenko's name.7.34 Jonny sings Pearl Jam again. He does practically the whole thing with his eyes closed and his hand on his stomach likes he's about to puke - but keeping

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-17739053266063971292008-09-14T23:28:00.013+10:002008-09-15T05:09:34.515+10:00Because the themes they choose are LAME.

Top Twelve kids! I've come home from a matinee performance in time to see the last three performers and to query with Fosse why the judges are talking in Kyle/Dicko/Marcia order and he doesn't know, he's just excited beyond BELIEF that there's no Holden because that means that he doesn't have to listen to me SCREECHING at the television screen anymore. And then Kyle gives Chrislyn a motherfucking

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-86718018537649285652008-09-07T23:04:00.005+10:002008-09-09T17:59:09.932+10:00Wild(They Didn't Pick BrookeW)Card

So I'm driving to rehearsals the other night and I'm flicking through various radio stations (as I am wont to do) and Gold 104 (or whatever) is playing The Rolling Stones 'Brown Sugar'. So of course, I immediately call Red so I can share this joyous moment with her, scream "listen to what's on the radio" before she's finished the 'lo' part of 'hello, PUMP up the volume and sing at the top of my

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-6138618240744494862008-09-07T11:11:00.004+10:002008-09-07T12:03:40.241+10:00Fast Forward

Right, so Thursday night I got home from rehearsal really really late and didn't have time to watch Idol. Since then I've been busy (my hair is no longer dark brown, it is carrot top red and IT WAS PAINFUL) getting ready for my new show and have barely had time to watch the tape - a lot of it has been fast forwarded and that's basically how this recap is going to go as well. It's a quick one

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-55521928465716796992008-09-03T22:46:00.006+10:002008-09-04T00:35:18.568+10:00Helter Skelter.

Third semi final, third skinny tie on Mathieson and aww, look the boys miss each other SO much that they’ve dressed in similar and complementing shades of charcoal. Whatserface is not involved in this first bit which is good. Tonight I’ll be suggesting people who I thought might have made a better choice as co-hosts every time she appears. Let’s have some fun with it, shall we? But first up,

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-91477938676213025652008-09-02T22:34:00.006+10:002008-09-04T00:31:14.517+10:00Things Through History Which Have Caused Less Annoyance Than whatserface Coulter Sharing Hosting On Idol

Things Through History Which Have Caused Less Annoyance Than whatserface Coulter Sharing Hosting On Idol. Jack the Ripper.Mathieson and G start the show together, quickly letting go of each other's hands as the music dies. Jimmy is wearing another skinny tie again. Are they back in as well? Skinny ties and jumpsuits, what IS the world coming to? At least this one is sparkle free. He reveals the

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-45220167777264515982008-09-01T23:58:00.003+10:002008-09-02T01:34:26.507+10:00So. Very. Tired.

Can I get a show of hands - who has Idol fatigue already?*raises hand*A whole week of auditions, the Top 100 and straight into the semi finals with only one scant twentyfour hour period with which to rest my weary fingers, bloodshot eyes and scoffing eyebrow? You guys, this shit is tough.Dicko won the arm wrestle backstage (it came down to him and Brown Sugar - Kyle was out in the first round to

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-6810149518067201812008-08-31T23:24:00.005+10:002008-09-01T17:48:35.643+10:00No rest for the wicked.

100 contestants (or 103, as the show claims but I counted. I COUNTED. Did Mathieson lie to me? I can't live in a world where Mathieson LIES.) Three rounds. The Long Walk. All over in two hours? (And still no Holden!) They're not taking any prisoners this season, are they? Also, I stopped off at a 7-11 on the way home from rehearsals because I was a mite peckish and was everyone aware that there

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-53487347098297175112008-08-30T17:29:00.002+10:002008-08-31T01:37:09.396+10:00Sydney, part the first and second.

Okay, Sydney. This bastard is two hours of pointless auditions, time filling bollocks and more whatserface Coulter than the Geneva Convention allows for. I've just had a massage and can already feel the tension creeping back into my shoulders as I sit down to watch two hours of taped Idol so lets not waste any time, let's just do this and get it over with; remote control and fast forward button

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-58247554792318716372008-08-27T21:43:00.006+10:002008-08-27T23:45:47.292+10:00Sign here, thanks.

Idol's international, baby!But first the Barossa Valley where we're getting drunk on glasses of pinot, sauvignon blanc and cab merlot. Allllll mixed together in the one barrel! Yummy! Whoo hoo! We're toasted, man! And still the show makes more sense sans Holden! Yeah! (Also, celemotherfuckingbrate the lack of whatserface Coulter on tonight's show. It's The Awesome. Actually, The Awesome

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-19130213201575999782008-08-26T22:58:00.003+10:002008-08-27T00:30:37.245+10:00Queensland. Bring out your insane.

There are many MANY things about Queensland that qualify as 'normal';Authors David Malouf and Nick Earls are from Brisbane. They have both been seen in the same room at the same time. Utterly normal.Actors Barry and Miranda Otto were both born there. Obviously at different times as Barry is Miranda's dad. No time travel involved, no weird space time contiuum freakishness happening there, just

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-60464559975924368932008-08-25T23:40:00.003+10:002008-08-26T01:17:58.653+10:00Next.

Gah. I have BOLTED home from rehearsals, washed the blueberry stains from my face ( . . . it's a . . . long story), changed into my pj's and climbed into bed with my laptop and my second favourite battery driven bedroom device, my remote control. (My first favourite battery driven bedroom device is a Tardis money box. Yes, I am absolutely that sad. It has The Doctor and Martha pictured inside the

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-73507504963442310992008-08-24T19:34:00.007+10:002008-08-25T00:09:41.296+10:00Feeling It.

My dearest, darling Season Six!Oh, how I have missed you. Might I dare to hope that the feeling has been mutual and you have missed me? I am heartbreakingly aware that we parted on bad terms last season, let's be completely upfront and honest about that. I mean, I loved The Gauc. Thrilled she won. (A little dumsquizzled as to where the hell her actual CD is, but you know, I'm SURE you'll explain

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-38683757855533839382008-08-16T19:23:00.018+10:002008-08-16T21:13:25.289+10:00Hanging with mah boys.

With Idol coming up (and yes Ten, I can feel it, thanks. You can stop that ad now), it's time to start getting back into the hang of blogging. It's been two months since Barack Obama broke my heart into a billion pieces and since then there's been some changes in The World of TallulahBelle. I finished up my job, took my Long Service Leave and proceeded to sit on my ass at home watching a SHITLOAD

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-73597746833495431122008-06-09T18:48:00.003+10:002008-06-09T18:55:24.337+10:00Thanks from my mum, me, my sister and her daughters.

" . . . from now on, it will be unremarkable for a woman to win primary state victories, unremarkable to have a woman in a close race to be our nominee, unremarkable to think that a woman can be the President of the United States.And that is truly remarkable." From the other side of the world, we thank you Hillary.

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-82347512740106801862008-05-29T15:53:00.008+10:002008-05-30T10:05:19.253+10:00And now I feel sorry for Sarah Larson . . .

Gorgeous George has broken up with the chick whose toe he broke in a motorcycle accident. And heart also, I'm now assuming. I mean really, regardless of hot you might be or however many other adorable handsome witty men you might date in the future, when this guy :"hi, I have an Oscar and I'm wearing the tux just for TallulahBelle"*swoon*breaks up with you, I don't care WHO you are, you have the

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-80331054060029017402008-05-06T14:45:00.005+10:002008-05-07T00:03:00.541+10:00Happy Birthday

My dearest George,It's that time of year again (did I . . . miss 2007? Fuck. Happy Birthday for last year too. Don't make me hand in my The Clooney Appreciation Fanclub card, I'm the president, that's just embarrassing.) I cast my mind back, waaaaaaaaaay back, to our first date together; you, the young Booker on Roseanne; me, freshfaced young 'un in high school still exploring her sexuality (

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-54298027756766946342008-02-25T12:52:00.003+11:002008-02-25T17:00:30.795+11:00Oscar! Oscar!

My dearest George,Best of luck tonight, although I know that you know that it isn't Your Year, this year it is Daniel Day Lewis' Year. Even if he already had A Year and technically even though you won Supporting for Syriana, you still haven't had A Year. Although if we're going to make that argument then Tommy Lee Jones is about due A Year, but I would have given him A Year for his fucking

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-67107801207701397182008-02-11T14:14:00.001+11:002008-02-11T14:17:52.743+11:00You're Gonna Need A Bigger Boat

Roy Scheider, Police Chief Martin Brody has died at 75. One of my all time favourite characters from my all time favourite film.Thanks, Chief.

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-17247958053440709442008-02-06T10:57:00.000+11:002008-02-06T11:02:19.724+11:00Super Tuesday

I am finding it difficult to concentrate on what Wolf Blitzer and Lou Dobbs are saying because none of it is definitive. Damn it. Polls about to close in Georgia. California is the Big Prize.Come on America, don't let me down.And Oprah? SHUT UP.(CNN just called Georgia for Obama based on exit polls. MotherFUCKER.)

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-990621368502244852008-02-01T17:40:00.001+11:002008-02-01T17:57:13.488+11:00Oh, get a room, you two. . .

Hillary and Barack are making kissy faces at each other now that they're not just The Frontrunners, they're the ONLY runners after John Edwards took his fabulous hair and gorgeous southern accent and his bat and his ball and went home. They got all coy when asked if they'd take the other as their Vice Pres running mate, a question to which they should have scoffed and laughed, whilst pointing

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-25781314756329197692008-01-26T13:11:00.000+11:002008-01-26T13:28:34.234+11:00South Car-oh-line-ah

(to the tune of Oh Susannah)"South Carolina,Please don't screw Hillary,Just let her kick Obama's arseAnd be the nominee."Sure . . . the odds of Clinton taking South Carolina comfortably/semi comfortably/not comfortably at all - seriously what the hell am I sitting on this couch is killing my back and ohmigod look at that I found a picture of your old girlfriend BILL say hi to Monica WHY DON'T YOU

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-25455511163469170582008-01-23T20:06:00.000+11:002008-01-23T20:08:54.291+11:00Austen

Take the Quiz here!Well . . . duh . . . I knew that.(schwoinked from CrumpArt)

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-20941297078408730722008-01-23T19:40:00.001+11:002008-01-23T19:57:46.861+11:00Oh, Hollywood.

You lift us up by giving The Clooney yet another Oscar nomination (extremely doubtful that he'll win, but who cares, it means The Tux shall be dragged out of the closet yet again, I mean, Tux Clooney is EVERYONE'S favourite, isn't he??)then you crash it all down around our ears.RIP Heath, you talented little bugger. I'm off to watch Ten Things I Hate About You and cry until my contact lenses

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-29280607124787973112008-01-08T18:27:00.000+11:002008-01-08T18:31:05.037+11:00Let The Primaries Begin. But Not If You're Going To Vote For That Guy.

New Hampshire? For real? Stop making my girl cry.Also? Vote Clinton, you bastards . . .

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-52651190624925611072008-01-03T23:45:00.000+11:002008-01-04T00:03:34.084+11:00Caucus

Caucus. Dictionary definition : a meeting of party leaders to select candidates, elect convention delegates, etc.Tonight - one am Aus time - Iowa Rep and Dem members gather to decide the first official winner of the shit fight that the race for the 2008 Presidential nomination has become.I'm stuck in WA with my parents poor excuse of a Foxtel setup that does NOT include the Comedy Channel,

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-10881800536827479872007-11-23T17:24:00.000+11:002007-11-26T18:01:03.587+11:00Paper bag time . . .

I know, this isn't the idol blog I haven't done yet. It's instead a deep breathing exercise in readiness for the other vote this weekend, one that you might argue rates as slightly more important than whether or not The Gauc wins over Matt Corby (which FYI, she totally should but if I can only win one battle, Natalie my love, I'm sorry but I want this one MORE.)My first election memory is from

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-50617965204626525262007-11-14T10:15:00.000+11:002007-11-15T16:33:17.306+11:00HotCarl. The Journey . . . of HOT.

Auditions - Oh. My. Fucking. God. Thank the gods that I went to the gym and taped Idol because now I can pause the tape and breathe into a paper bag when they show the total hotness that is navy trumpeter Carl Risely. They compound my breathing problems by showing him in his uniform and I have to go have a lie down. Please god, let him be able to sing . . . he Michael Buble's at the judges and he

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-53800441354582939692007-11-09T15:07:00.000+11:002007-11-12T17:51:43.260+11:00The Gauc, HotCarl and the other two make four. And then three.

Okay. This time I have a legitmate excuse for being soooo late with the Idol recap. Someone had to mediate the altercation between The Clooney and Fabio, and The Clooney only trusts me for that kind of thing; what can I say, yes it is hard to have him lean on me constantly and always be on the phone asking for help and advice – FYI, I’m the one who hooked him up with Soderbergh in the first place

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-40582054561540026992007-11-05T18:42:00.000+11:002007-11-06T18:50:20.462+11:00The Twilight Five

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to Idol fans. It is a dimension as vast as the list of Marcia’s favourite songs and timeless as Dicko’s smile. It is the middle ground between Mathieson and G, between ripostes laden with dry wit and fierce defence of The Gauc’s dress sense, and it lies between the pit of Kyle's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-84321139557328710622007-10-29T17:41:00.000+11:002007-10-29T17:44:19.176+11:00The Lost Art of Letter Writing

Dear Show,Consider yourself my bitch.I own you. I own your children. I own your children’s children. You will carry my books to school. You will do my homework. You will give me your lunch money. You will clean my house. I never have to do my taxes again because you will do them for me. When I require a deep tissue massage, a foot rub or to have my belly gently stroked, you will massage, rub and

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-29420592246655782922007-10-22T18:29:00.000+10:002007-10-23T16:39:35.464+10:00What do you mean there are only six?

Soooo, you may have noticed there was no Idol blog last week.Here’s how that happened.Last Sunday night The Year They Were Born So Ridiculously Long Ago That Crap I Feel Old was woeful. All the Idols sucked varying degree of arse to the point where I felt so ambivalent about the whole freaking thing that I put off writing it until Tuesday, thinking at least I would then have the schadenfreud-y

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-87126284492811694792007-10-08T15:45:00.000+10:002007-10-09T10:58:06.904+10:00Eight is enough

A Letter From Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, To Her Antipodean Subjects.My dear Australians,One was terribly pleased to hear that One’s Colonies Idol was this week paying homage to the Mother Country by performing numbers referred to as belonging to the genre of ‘The Britpop’. One has taken One’s grandsons aside and had ‘The Britpop’ explained to One, however One’s grandsons then scoffed rather

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-66493542282032173472007-10-02T14:09:00.001+10:002007-10-02T17:16:46.361+10:00Just because Red and I were talking 'bout The Clooney today

and then because I'm ridiculously in love with this other guy too . . .Sigh. Prettttttttty . . .(we were talking about The Clooney because Red is in Sydney and she texted me this morning that she saw that guy from Idol last year, she wouldn't have recognised him except for the outlandish hair but what was his name, and I replied Bobby Flynn and she told me I was great, and I said well, great or

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-72521686629415995402007-10-01T19:24:00.000+10:002007-10-01T21:16:50.793+10:00number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9 number 9 gosh, that IS annoying

Acoustic night. Ian Moss pimpage, Idol unplugged, judges unhinged, a general lack of understanding about what 'acoustic' actually means and touchdowns arbitrarily dispensed in a manner that leads me to believe that Mark’s doctor has instructed him to randomly jerk his right arm at male members of the competition with big hair or risk losing his hearing completely. It’s the only explanation,

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-2942732585074588302007-09-24T18:06:00.000+10:002007-09-24T18:21:33.215+10:00When other things seem slightly more important

No Idol blog today I'm afraid kiddies. I had put aside a couple of hours today to write it up but unfortunately the awesome Fosse is currently bedridden in hospital and instead of serving up zingers and putdowns for a reality show about singing, I thought I'd visit my bud instead.*Have no fear though, tomorrow IS another day and I'll bitch it up for you then. In the meantime, a quick cut throat

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-20224536792910654322007-09-16T22:34:00.000+10:002007-09-17T19:19:08.309+10:00The numbers all go to eleven

Today's title is a quote from the movie This Is Spinal Tap, a brilliant mockumentary taking the absolute living piss out of rock, out of roll and its assorted hanger on-ers. Watching Idol Rock Night this season, well, lets just say that a little Nigel Tufnell or David St Hubbins wouldn't have gone astray. Because honestly, if Matt had maybe pulled out 'Tonight I'm Going To Rock You Tonight' or

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-23794676564468087312007-09-09T22:06:00.000+10:002007-09-11T11:03:10.284+10:00Twelve is six/eight too many

Right kids, this is it. Top Twelve. You are all eleven cut throats away from a guaranteed number One album and hordes of screaming adoring fans - who granted, will potentially forget your name after the third time they've played your cookie cutter single on their iPods, but still, cool, yeah? So no fucking around, no safe songs, nothing recorded before Ben McKenzie (hereafter referred to as

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-33355449597187386512007-09-03T18:42:00.000+10:002007-09-03T18:58:19.848+10:00Aces are high, the judges too . . .

It’s Wildcard! Or we can call it by its official name, ‘Sausage Fest Plus Two Chicks and Marcia: 2007’, as once again, they have stacked the competition by putting mainly boys through to the Wildcard round – now I understand fully and completely the need to look at pretty pretty boys as they serenade me with their pretty pretty voices, I am a total girly sap who melts at the mere thought of my

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-45288145332100068712007-08-30T18:08:00.000+10:002007-08-31T16:40:15.295+10:00You still get no dessert.

Right. Australia you may come out of your room as we are off to a good start, well done, your bedroom looks nice and clean and Moppet Ben McKenzie is first announced through. He is adorably pleased. He shuffles off (adorably) to the other current Top 12 Alumnus and is engGULFed in a group hug – he’s so tall that his head sticks (adorably) out the top and he (adorably) smiles. (He also breathes

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-61854432604099110502007-08-29T17:05:00.000+10:002007-08-29T17:31:40.637+10:00You suck.

Tut tut.Australia, dear foolish, misguided stupid Australia. You suck. No, really. You suck. I mean, I get it, I do – Lana is cute, she is in fact unbelievably pretty and don’t get me wrong, she can sing. This isn’t a Laura Gissara situation where a rather mediocre and at times painful singer has been put through to the Top 12 on a pity vote and we’ll be punished week after week as she caterwauls

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-11891919976124952222007-08-28T18:05:00.000+10:002007-08-28T18:31:27.575+10:00Girls! Girls! Girls!

Oh yes, it’s Ladies night which is Marcia’s favourite night because she gets to let loose with music industry pearls of wisdom, such as ‘sister girlfriend’ and ‘you go girl’. It’s a little known fact but Mother Marcia is allowed to mentor and dress one Idol Girl and one Idol Boy each year and this year the girl she’s chosen is Tarasai. This explains the only slightly dead looking ‘thing’ Tarasai

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-43356600114909573492007-08-27T14:24:00.000+10:002007-08-27T17:57:08.342+10:00It's like we're dating or something.

Brilliant! Top 24! Semi’s! Actual singing! Huzzah! It’s enough to make me giddy with anticipation and excitement because this is going to rock, right? They’ve overloaded the first male semi final with arguably the six most talented of the boys so this is going to be The Shit, yeah? Awesome!That was me at the start of the night. Now, I am not a naïve or youthful idealist, no. I have a Bachelor of

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-22076404377898446762007-08-24T18:07:00.000+10:002007-08-30T15:33:23.094+10:00Ask me why I'm angry and I will punch you.

Here we go. Finally! Cutting the dross down to the Semi Finalists. Let’s cut right to the chase, let's kick this puppy and how!Sixty three are left to be put through the mean, nasty, psychosis inducing process of one on one yes/no drawn out interviews with the judges. They’re putting through 12 guys and 12 girls – sucks if you’re that 13th guy who is massively more talented then the 12th girl

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-84148031465017389802007-08-20T18:58:00.000+10:002007-08-21T12:50:06.831+10:00Daniel Johns made zero (0) friends today

It’s the Seymour Centre? Already? Really? Didn’t that both fly by and crawl painfully? Idol Contestant Hopefuls about to have their dreams crushed out of them like so many fingers caught in a garlic press, bound gaily into Australian Idol Sponsored Mazda’s and marvel at the many sights Sydney has to offer. I marvel at the rather significant amount of them who appear to not be wearing their

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-53524292903577138742007-08-17T18:47:00.000+10:002007-08-17T19:01:38.541+10:00Because its been too long since I talked about The Clooney

New film. Serious Clooney. Also Hot Clooney; Clooney Who Knows How To Join A Project With An Amazing Motherfucking Cast*; Academy Award Winning Clooney Who Is Possibly Looking Sideways At Another Nomination, But This Time For Best Actor, Pretty Please, Don't You Think?; and I Look Great In A Movie Poster Even When I'm Blurred, Suck On That Bitches, Clooney.He has my vote. Sigh.*Seriously; Tom

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-56305446652468923402007-08-14T15:44:00.000+10:002007-08-14T16:21:41.349+10:00This show needed more Irish.

Sydney! Sydney! Sydney! Irish! Irish! Irish! Lots of shots of my boy make me very happy, thank you editors of Idol.What doesn’t make me happy? That the first real person they show doing a significant amount of singing? Is called Damian. Boo hiss, bad form show. He attempts George Michael’s ‘Faith’ and gives it the old Nine Inch Nails treatment and it makes me wish they’d shown more of the guy

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-42316528609354963342007-08-14T11:05:00.000+10:002007-08-14T11:08:28.657+10:00No, she isn't

The weirdest thing people have googled for and gotten my blog instead :is ellen pompeo abigail breslin's mother

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-73047360813960380072007-08-13T15:20:00.000+10:002007-08-13T18:38:12.810+10:00Topsy Turvy

Melbourne. Sunny, windy, icy, balmy Melbourne. Home of the four seasons in one day. You know, they say that if you can’t make it here . . . you audition for Idol. I kid! I kid, because I love! And hey, way to represent, Melbourne! Our cup runneth over with decent to great singers this episode. I know! I know! I am as surprised as you! We had a good singer within the first fifteen minutes! I KNOW!

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-8039253205961910792007-08-10T20:47:00.000+10:002007-08-10T20:52:35.781+10:00As good as a holiday

Format has changed. As . . . you can probably see....Right....Carry on.

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-76572971709837873272007-08-07T14:58:00.000+10:002007-08-07T16:59:50.617+10:00All filler, no singing to speak of

Adelaide. Oh Adelaide Adelaide Adelaide. You wacky wacky town, you! You build me up with your patented looney tunes and wacky hijinks and you raise me high with Your People’s inability to read a fucking room.Let’s open with Julie, shall we? Julie has quite a pronounced lisp. That doesn’t mean she can’t sing, though, no, it’s her complete lack of tone and profound inability to hit any of the

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-86120763887467287712007-08-06T13:49:00.000+10:002007-08-07T17:01:27.780+10:00Heeeeeee's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack

And the world shivered.In its bed, in its backyard, at the shop, in its car, in the jungles of deepest darkest Africa, in the desert plains of Egypt. Volcanoes shuddered to a stop, mid spew of molten lava. Hysterical news reports flooded in, of children ice skating on the Atlantic, of Middle Eastern snowball fights, of lions with snowy manes, of gazelles skiing through the veldt and of giraffe

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-26096118385974523972007-03-01T10:32:00.000+11:002007-03-01T10:33:44.509+11:00All Frocked Up

Until I get my Oscar bitch on, check out my homey Sweatergirl's take on Oscar fashion :http://stylepolice.blogspot.com/2007/02/oscars-frock-verdict-slightly-delayed.html(Yeah, I can't believe I typed 'homey' either.)

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-51290344562234046952007-02-26T11:29:00.000+11:002007-02-26T11:30:39.427+11:00Addendum

Oh, and Al Gore's film An Inconvienent Truth winning Best Documentary. That would rock my socks.

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-31616303618110792382007-02-26T10:26:00.000+11:002007-02-26T10:35:53.711+11:00My dearest Oscar

My dearest Oscar,It’s been a year since last we talked and I feel terrible that we parted on such bad terms. That our last words to each other were angry and bitter ones. I’ve spent the last year without you, searching my soul, questioning my actions, pondering how and why everything went so horribly wrong, when they started so well.Last year was off to a magical start. The Clooney was

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1169617382276413632007-01-24T16:31:00.000+11:002007-01-24T16:43:02.293+11:00I need a 12 step programme . . .

You Know You’re Addicted To Battlestar Galactica When . . .(‘ware the spoiler if you haven’t seen Seasons One and Two)1. When you were watching David Letterman the other night and Tricia Helfer was talking about posing for Playboy and Letterman held up the cover with her on it? You got a little more excited than a heterosexual thirty three year old woman probably should.2. You‘ve started using

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1169084036324235042007-01-18T12:32:00.000+11:002007-01-18T12:45:39.346+11:00For a while they were talking spin off . . .

For Red and Spooky and everyone else who appreciates The Reynolds . . . . rrrrroowwwwwwwwwwllll

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1168914465138326352007-01-16T13:24:00.000+11:002007-01-16T13:39:13.510+11:00DAMN.

You know I love The Clooney and all, but DAMN. Sometimes Jake's hotness is riDICulous.I mean, seriously. What the hell was god thinking? It just isn't fair. I want one.

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1168849967219517502007-01-15T19:22:00.000+11:002007-01-15T19:35:45.133+11:00It begins!!

Hooray! It's Awards Season again, and the countdown to the Oscars begins tomorrow when the Golden Globes are announced. Gotta say, this isn’t as interesting a year as the last one, partly because I haven’t seen the majority of the films up for nomination, but mostly because there’s going to be about sixty five percent less The Clooney. But he will be presenting at the Oscars (as is tradition, the

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1167799291555425262007-01-03T15:37:00.000+11:002007-01-03T19:11:43.913+11:00The good, the bad and the blog-ly

So. A new year, huh? This is the blog I meant to write for the New Year but which is late. Which is one of the resolutions I made that I already haven’t kept. And I was late to work this morning. Another of the resolutions that has gone down the gurgler because I only got three hours sleep because I was stressing about money, yet another resolution gone, wave bye-bye as it flies out the window.

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1164350251298009082006-11-24T17:32:00.000+11:002006-11-24T17:37:31.326+11:00Night of my Irish?

Class, today’s essay question pertains to the following. Until today, TallulahBelle has found herself physically unable to muster up the strength to write this weeks recap of Idol due to a phenomenal lack of sleep due to the below reasons :a) the upcoming end of Idol 2006 is no longer a light at the end of the tunnel and is instead threatening to create an Irish-less emotional vacuum in which she

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1163403763532838772006-11-13T18:28:00.000+11:002006-11-13T18:46:05.240+11:00It's In The Way That You Irish

In the interest of fairness and an attempt to appear to be unbiased (which we all know I can’t do on my own, as witnessed by the freefall spiral of love, puppies and complete adoration fangirlyness I go into every time Irish so much as sneezes, seriously I want to freebase this guy) I have asked fellow Idol imbiber and Jessica fan, Special Guest Star Shaneequa, to add her two cents to today’s

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1163030306129394402006-11-09T10:31:00.000+11:002006-11-09T10:58:26.936+11:00And it isn't even my birthday . . .

With the absolute motherfuckingly awesome kickass results from yesterdays midterm elections; the Democrats winning the House; the Senate looking like it might actually possibly maybe pretty please go the same way; the religious right taking a BASHING over the head because voters took back their abortion rights in incredibly staid South Dakota and Arizona said fuck off to banning same sex marriage

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1162953316211854872006-11-08T13:22:00.000+11:002006-11-08T15:32:28.216+11:00Gubernatorial is the coolest word

With the polling finishing up in the States over the next couple of hours, in what basically amounts to a referendum on the war in Iraq, I find myself biting my nails and twitching every time I log on to CNN or Foxnews to see how the Democrats go this time around the merry-go-round. The results are trickling through and so far so good, but I refuse to get too excited until the final counts are in

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1162800867732808802006-11-06T19:00:00.000+11:002006-11-06T19:14:27.810+11:00Irish is The One That I Want

Dear I Talk Too Much reader,It is with great sorrow and heaviness of my heart that I come to you today, my friends. (Self) burdened as I am with the responsibility of recapping all four Idols, I fear a Difficulty Has Arisen. I find myself Faced With A Quandary, a Confusion of sorts. A Trouble. How exactly, am I to remain invested in the other Idol’s? How? HOW?! How do I recap their

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1162360711045509242006-11-01T15:15:00.000+11:002006-11-01T16:59:22.366+11:00When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

Preface :12th March, 1992.A date forever embedded in my memory for two reasons.One, it's the first time I ever gave blood and the nurse missed my vein the first couple of times she tried. My arm looked like a pincushion for days.Second, it's the date that Crowded House played the Belvoir Ampitheatre in Perth for their And Then There Were Three tour. It wasn't the first time I'd seen the

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1162190520000747722006-10-30T17:36:00.000+11:002006-10-30T17:42:00.020+11:00Unnnhhh

. . . too . . tired . . . to blog . . . can't keep . . . eyes open . . . or remember full name . . . three hours sleep . . insomnia . . . promise . . . tomorrow Idol . . . promi . . . *snoooooooooze*(briefest of brief recaps . . . Irish makes me gooey and was just fantastic, brilliant, awe inspiring, heartbreakingly good, Ricky wasn't bad except for that really bad end bit, Chris rocked the

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1161591561740884362006-10-23T18:05:00.000+10:002006-10-23T18:19:23.996+10:00I get a kick out of Irish

Picture, if you will, the deep, dark corridors of Channel Ten headquarters at the end of last season of Idol. Look past the worried Neighbours writers desperately trying to mouth to mouth life back into the cast. Ignore the joyfully capering accountants counting the cost of advertising revenue for Thank God You’re Here. Slink silently by the dartboard in the staff room with Bert’s face on it

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1160987426916854052006-10-16T18:14:00.000+10:002006-10-16T18:30:27.020+10:00Irish makes the world go round

In breaking news, the family of Marcia Hines has appealed to the public to help them find their matriarch. Mother Hines - as she is known to her immediate family - who was recently placed in a retirement village - disappeared from her room early Sunday. Fellow resident Ita Buttrose confided to this reporter that she was “completely confused as to how (Hines) managed it” as the escapee’s family

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It's Disco Night! Or is it? Once again, our noble contestants take a running, leaping stab at hitting the theme and . . . well, they mostly kind of miss. And a pre-emptive warning. I love Irish. Shut up. No, really, shut UP. I don't care how bad you thought he was last night. I DON'T CARE. I love him, you can not shake me from my love for him and if I want to love him, I will. Go ahead, try and

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1159775358459530622006-10-02T17:29:00.001+10:002006-10-02T17:49:18.466+10:00We're entertainment, right? What do you got for us?

Driving home from rehearsals last night, it struck me that although we couldn’t watch Idol, Fosse and I could listen to it. On Fox. (shudder) My fingers trembled as I reached for the preset station, also known as The Last Resort, Only To Be Activated If There Are Ads On All Other Stations, TalkBack On JJJ And Nothing In The CD Player. Actively listen to that network? The network that foists both

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1159173590044288962006-09-25T18:12:00.001+10:002006-09-25T18:39:50.066+10:00Un, eins, I, um, one.

Ahhh, le sigh. Due to the new play I’ve just started (no please, hold your applause, I do it for The Art, for The Love Of Performing, I am merely a humble player in the tapestry of community theatre, a puppet of the muse Dionysius . . . ) and the first readthrough we had last night, Idol this week was viewed via remote control; ie when I wanted to listen to the boys interview the singers post

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Sitting down to Idol Round Two : Rock at Chez Belle, my guests and I make some early (and in retrospect, hasty) predictions. It is generally agreed upon that both Mutto and Chris should romp this one in and coast through to the next round but that it all hinges on their song choice, that if Klancie isn’t singing Black Velvet we shall wash our hands of her; and Gracie all but promises to stomp her

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Game, set and match.The Doctor just didn't stand a chance against you . . .

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1158210854031121032006-09-14T14:58:00.000+10:002006-09-14T15:14:14.196+10:00Dumbass things I do that prove I'm not as smart as I think I am.

Example One : Watching tv at the gym after six pm when the fast food companies inundate the commercial breaks with ads for their new, improved burger/pizza/chicken flavoured goodness which make me think "I'm working out, I had a salad for lunch, I do deserve the new BBQ Outback Ribs from Pizza Hut for a limited time only" and then scheme Machiavellian-like to accidently have to pass that

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No. No, I don't. Enjoy the pretty, kids.

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Here we go kids, get your hate on, it’s my favourite time of the year, it's TallulahBelle’s Christmas, Chanukah and Ramadan all rolled into one brilliant mess, it's two sixpacks, it's twelve drummers drumming, it's the dirty dozen - IT’S TOP TWELVE, BABY!! We are given a swooping birds eye view of the New and Improved ™ set, which vaguely resembles the Countdown set circa 1983. The lovely

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George? Baby?? I know that you're off making your little Boy's Club Film Oceans Thirteen and probably whooping it up and basically having a gay old time (and FYI, if you are LITERALLY having a gay old time with Brad and Matt, please email me some pictures. I'll never have to work another day in my life) but I need you to know that since the new season of Dr Who started I've developed a tiny wee

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1157359480541404882006-09-04T18:24:00.000+10:002006-09-04T18:44:41.050+10:00Last Train To Clarksville, four aboard, no stops.

We’ve had the good (Lisa) and the bad (Joseph), the sublime (Lavina) and the surreal (Bobby), the magical (Irish) and the meh (Dean and Reigan) the fabulous (Jessica) and the flatout flat (almost everyone else). And, if I may paraphrase Peter Parker’s Uncle Ben - with great second opportunity Wildcard comes great responsibility to be . . . well, great. It’s not just the second chance, it’s the

TallulahBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775146569491048332noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733460.post-1157098510580372812006-09-01T16:14:00.000+10:002006-09-04T11:40:21.946+10:00Would you believe I was abducted by aliens?

Okay, maybe not aliens. Truth is, since the show aired Wednesday night I've been wandering the streets of Perth in a daze. I haven't known which way to turn. Should I join a religious cult, maybe become a Scientologist or get a bicycle and a mens suit and move to Salt Lake City and teach the ways of the Mormon's? Up has been down, black has been white, cats have loved dogs and I liked Lavina

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Alright, everybody out of the pool. The judges have decided - they want a boy to win this year. How else to explain the blatant love in they received last night? Granted, the majority of the performances last night were pretty good, with one or two verging on awesome but (Joseph) there was at least one (Joseph) that was absolute (Jo) shite (seph). But I’m getting ahead of myself . . .We begin the

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I love the new format. There is little to no faffing about at all tonight. We are a mere scant blissful ten minutes into the programme and both Irish and Prettyboy have scooted through to the Top 12. Irish is pleasantly surprised and his brogue makes my knees weak (although, as I am the worst kind of nazi when it comes to people's teeth, I do have to close my eyes a little when he speaks) and

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