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WTF Files: The Beckhams


So, we go away for one week, just one tiny week, and we miss this?

We’re not even gonna go there with Mrs. B. We’re not even gonna talk about her situ.

As for you, David? We love you, you know that we do.

But we are only human.

If you cut us, do we not bleed? If the wind blows, does it not mess up our hair?

If you dress in a reindeer/horse sweater that ties at the waist, it bleeds and blows, D. It bleeds and blows.

little romeo

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Victoria Beckham has confirmed what industry insiders have been saying for months: her four-year-old son, Romeo Beckham suffers from epilepsy.

Considering how often the Beckhams get papped, their fear of flashbulbs causing a seizure in their son is completely valid.

Link: Flash Can Kill Him.

It’s strange that this was the time chosen to reveal this to the media – perhaps there was going to be a tell-all story and they decided to pre-empt it. In any case, we wish little Romeo all the best and hope his life isn’t terribly affected by the condition.

Beck Talk: Sir David

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David isn’t happy.

And when he’s not happy, we’re not happy.

When anyone messes with Mr. B’s psyche, we feel the need to do some serious Manolo Blahnik-footed ass kicking. We do love David so. His message to Real Madrid – I’m sad. And also, get my superfine fabu hairstyled behind off the bench, damn it.

Why do we love David so? This photo says it all: the sneer. It’s really all about the sneer. And the hair. That’s it, really. We don’t ask for much. Use some hair products and look grouchy and we’re good to go.

Link: Beckham Finds Lack Of Play A Real Pain
Link: My Misery in Madrid

The Beckhams’ former bodyguard has been killed in Iraq.
Link: Bodyguard Killed

It looks like the underlings will finally have to address Mrs. B the way she has always wanted. She’s about to become “Lady Beckham.“

The rumour mill is in high gear with anticipation of David Beckham becoming Knighted. Before Prime Minister Tony Blair steps down, he has to submit his 2007 honours list, and Mr. Blair loves him some celebrity ballers.

Vicky, honey, it’s been a long journey from singing (okay, miming) “Spice Up Your Life” to becoming a Lady, and we give you full props, gal.

More importantly, for those of you with a vivid fantasy life, consider this: David will be a “Knight of the Realm”; you can call him “Sir David”. Just imagine the fun you could have with a chain metal vest and one of those jousting sticks.

Link: Beckham Set To Become A Knight?

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beck talk: dirty laundry

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You gotta hand it to our boy Becks… even with his football career rapidly heading south, he’s all about alternate career planning.

The latest is his plan to re-enact a famous Levi Jeans advert for the charity, Children In Need. The ad featured a sexy boy stripping off his dirty jeans whilst in the laundrette (much to the delight of the mouldy oldies washing their polyester pants and grey socks in the background).

David in his briefs? We are so down with that plan of action.

Mr. B was recently dropped from one of our favourite ad campaigns for Police Sunglasses – his six year deal came up for renewal and they did not maintain the eyewear love.

Might just be time for Vicky to step up to the Brand Beckham plate and send David home to look after the kids. She’s severed her ties with Rock & Republic jeans and is going it alone with her own line of denim and handbags for label DVB, to launch in Jan 07.

We hate the idea of David being out of the limelight, but the image of him as a hardworking house husband will get us through these dark days.

Link: Iconic Levi’s Ad To Be Recreated By Beckham For Charity.

Link: Brand Beckham Is Kicked Into Touch

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Meet Mrs B: London


For those of you in the UK, Vicky B will be at Selfridges on 30 October to sign copies of her new book, That Extra Half An Inch.

You can see her up close, in the flesh. She might even let you touch one of her diamonds.

Oh, please, who are we kidding.

It’s sure to be an event full of WAG wannabes, teeny boppers and nosey shoppers; you can count on Victoria to pout for the camera until the last dregs of the autograph seekers have left the building.