Apparently it is not enough anymore to make a pratt out of yourself by just doing "normal" crazy things (getting snapped by the press for being drunk or something) no in today's modern society you have to go that one step further.
Take example A: Brittany Spears. Not content with just being on the verge of a break down she had to go that one bit further and do the whole head shaving thing. I read today that she now wants to get back with Kevin F. As long as it keeps her out of the lime light I don't really care.
But if we really want to study the slightly barmey side of being a celeb on the edge we need look no further than good old Justin Hawkins. He was also not very content on being the ex-front man for a lame band carried forward on NME's shoulders, but not only that...he had a dream!
Yes that's right, Justin Hawkins had a dream of winning Eurovision. Erm...yes you did hear correctly, I did say Eurovision.
Whilst most celebs are out there trying to sell their perfumes and star in films (usually about themselves) Justin Hawkins had the humble wish of representing England at the next Eurovision.
He was tipped by the bookies and getting all the extra publicity he needed by appearing on every other crap chat show. Then it came down to last night - the 'selection ceremony' were we chose our knights in shining armour to show Europe how good our music industry is.
The other contestants were as follows: Some bird from Atomic Kitten (not Kerrie or the one who could sing), Brian Harvey (From East 17 - the one who managed to run over HIMSELF), Big Brothers (you probably know the Halifax cover of their song better than their version), some French chick, Justin Hawkins and Beverlei Brown and a four piece camp-as-a-carry-on film group called Scooch.
At this point I don't really know why Big brother's entered. Their song was actually quite good for the stuff they do and could probably stand pretty well by itself in the charts. Hawkins song was...well pi** poor. He had his high not-actually-very-good singing voice and brown could have done better by herself.
Instead of complementing each other soundwise Hawkin's just sounded appallingly out of tune, which he may not have been but the conflicting voices just clashed horribly.
Well it came to the knock out round and Hawkin's found he had lost and stormed off stage.
Entering Eurovision is one thing, but loosing to a cheesy band singing about an airoplane flight is a completely new level of prattish-ness.
Well done scooch - your song was more cheesy than chedder but it was worth it just to see Hawkin's nearly cry.
