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Sunday, April 24, 2016


Young lady, do I appreciate fat cat news! I don't know why I am so superstar struck, however it is unendingly been that way. I have continually been charmed with big names and their lives. When I was a young lady I sent fan letters to my favored VIPs, the Pink Panther on-screen character Peter Sellers was one and Jerry Lewis was another. I got a kick out of the chance to murmur along to my 45 rpm music to hits from the Beatles, trusting that John, Paul, George and Ringo would abruptly stop by my little home in Bethesda, MD, see me, and be so stunned they would stop and come thump on my entryway. While staying in L.A. as a grown-up, I soon came to find that artists were simply individuals, and once in a while not especially pleasant ones. Star tattle spread like wild fire in Los Angeles. Everybody knew somebody, that knew somebody, who SWORE that a tale around a star was valid. The most renowned story, and one that did not fade away for quite a long time, was about Richard Gere. A companion of my cousin present in the ER that day and he asserted that... The most recent piece of star bits of gossip that, lamentably, ended up being valid, was a couple of months prior when I got a message from my relative in Orange County specifying Michael J. is dead. My underlying theory was Michael Jordan, however when I looked to the web I saw that the globe was on fire with the gossipy tidbits that Michael Jackson had been headed to the healing facility, oblivious. When I reached my relative and said that MJ was not dead, he saidScience Articles, Believe me. My companion works in Pediatrics at Cedars Sinai and she knows somebody who works in the office ...You know the rest!

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