In another case of old relationships coming back to haunt you, Danny Simpson’s baby mamma Stephanie (who claims to be pregnant with their second child) has accused him of cheating on her with pop songstress, sex tapestress and X Factor judgestress, Tulisa, towards the end of their relationship. Separately, Krystal Benjamin (his alleged side, side piece) accused the right back of cheating on Stephanie throughout their 10 month long fling (which supposedly included jibberish sexts and free flights to the Southampton home he shared with Stephanie for late night romps). Jenny Thompson is also mixed up in the mess (and also pregnant, but not with his child) because – c’mon – how could she not be involved in this love quadrangle somehow?
Over the weekend Danny finally went on the public defense, insisting everyone around him knows the truth about these sordid tabloid stories.
It’s safe to say these allegations have really taken the jam out of gossip-loving doughnut this morning.
We had several discussions at Kickette HQ about our suspicions surrounding this couple’s hook up.
Sadly, we didn’t make all of them public and now can’t say “nyah, nyah told you so.”
We’re confident our readers know what went down gossip-wise this weekend, but if not, here’s the shortened version.
Really, how many times can we pull out the thesaurus to find a different way to say “love rat” and “man whore”? We’ve reached synonym burnout when it comes to Mario Balotelli’s love of keeping a bevy of ladies on the down low.
Over the course of the past year or so, we’ve been privy to details concerning the Man City star’s dining style, affection for fancy dress parties (dressing for them, not going to them), 12 hour private tours and hooker habits.
The latest? Throughout the last 18 months or so, MB was cheating on Raffaella Fico with that chick from the Euros. You know the rest.
We, perhaps more than others, enjoy the potential daddy-to-be‘s playboy image – think it suits with all the flash and stuff. But yeesh, could you just keep your pants on and stay inside for a weekend? Maybe five?
And what of poor Lauren Thorne? She didn’t even get her 15 minutes in the sun before getting kicked to the kerb by several pairs of perspex platform shoes. Even Holly Henderson achieved more than that.