Is this David Cameron’s ‘excited’ face – or is this?
Who cares if England’s Prime Minister supports Chelsea or not – that didn’t stop him from squealing like a giddy fangirl to the press after a recent run-in with Frank Lampard at an awards gala.
Today marks the real first day of us returning to cubicle purgatory after a long three weeks of lying face down on our sofas.
Time flies when you’re a bunch of floozies.
Surely the Lampards and Redknapps will be getting enough of each other over the looming festive period so what’s one more event? The cousins and their ladies attended the Sun Military Awards at the Imperial War Museum in London last night. We hope they figured out who’s bringing the Yorkshire puddings to the family Christmas dinner or it could get awkward on the 25th.
Once upon a time, taking a team to the knockout stages of the Champions League as group winners and beating the league leaders would be sufficient to cement a manager’s credibility. At least until the end of the season.
UPDATE: She’s been canned.
It has been reported that Frank Lampard’s fiancé Christine Bleakley is about to be canned from her high profile presenting job.
The greatest pleasure a celebrity can have is not from doing what people say he or she cannot do, it’s by doing what people say he or she shouldn’t do.
Inspired by her ‘Sport Relief’ training regimen, as well as her own sister’s personal tales of dieting and sharing germs on the elliptical machines, Frank Lampard’s fiancée has officially jumped aboard the fitness DVD bandwagon.
At first glance, ‘Christine Bleakley: The Workout’ seems to have fallen into the cheesy trappings of all the awesomely bad product shills and late night infomercials before her – right down to the title of her signature exercise, the ‘Bleakley Blaster’. Even though an at-home, calorie-burning sweat session never killed anybody, we do know of this one gal who broke several of her critical typing/drinking tools (i.e. fingers) just by shoving the coffee table out of the way pre-Tae Bo tape.
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