James Blundell after years of playing at rodeo after parties finally hit the metropolitan media again with the news he was doing the wild thing with an Australian Idol Semi Finalist 23 year old Jesse Curran.
Hitting Page 3 of the Sunday Tele the night before her semi-final was always going to make it difficult for the talented idol contestant whose image went from sweet country girl to conniving skank in the time it took to read seven paragraphs.
Her cause was not helped by him sitting in the front row trying to hide under a baseball cap - which was about as clever disguise as a Chaser crew member dressing up as Osama Bin Laden to get through APEC security (Oops sorry that one did work).
Who was advising them? Why was he not told to stay away? Clearly his management decided this was an opportunity to get Blundell back on the D List.
This young lass was naive enough to think it was wonderful he was showing his support - not realising that any slim hope she had of getting through to the final 12 had evaporated once his wrinkled mug got on the camera.
In a couple of years/months time once she is sick of him having to pop a blue pill to perform and listening to his I shouda gone to Nashville stories she will realise that he effectively killed her career before it even started. Love if it was a bit of hotness like George Clooney it would have been worth it.
Unfortunately the saga continues as he has whored his story to a weekly gossip mag. Mate I don't even think that will get you playing at the Rooty Hill RSL again.
Stay tuned for sightings of the pair at fake tan launches, and straight to DVD movie nights.
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Hmmm Jame's 'Country is music too' posturings in the big city. Maybe his ingenuous attempts at media attention are perfectly acceptable in the country where they may meter out their own justice system for posers.
As for the Judges on Australian Idol, I would like to see a revolving door for a judge's seat. Where is Tim Rogers or Rebecca from Rebecca's Empire? Even poor Angie from 90's Frente.
Marcia, Marcia, Marcia, I have gone from benign audience to savage wanna-be hook wielder.
Finally, I can't stand to watch Dicko and Kyle with their sad little vicious faces that never smile. How much airtime do they get? I'm sick of looking at their unhappy faces. Bring on the judges from 'So You Think You Can Dance'.
People should read this.
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