All right, Lee and Duncan have been torturing me relentlessly because I hit six weeks. I am left here to wonder why, as I apply bandages to the parts they hit me on. They hit very hard, mind you. If they happen to like you, I advise you to wear protective gear at all times if you dare leave their presence. To everybody else, I guess I'm sorry or ( Read more... )

Sometimes I contemplate moving out of good ol' Ozzie because at times like these, I feel the only way to revitalise my career is to do foreign commercials for vegemite and hunt for crocs in an attempt to be patriotic. Or maybe I should just sing about vegemite and crocs in an exaggerated Aussie accent, with each line ending with "g'day." Holly ( Read more... )

Well, I reckoned I was long overdue for an update after the exhausting clicking-the-blue-men spree I went on. Felt like I sold my soul to the devil (meaning Guy Sebastian) with that one, and wished he looked like Elizabeth Hurley in Bedazzled more than anything else. But the sight of a lovely lady with Guy hair frightens me more than The Ring ever ( Read more... )

My name is Anthony Callea, and I'm Aussie, and I'm a singer. I used to be on Aussie Idol, but if you haven't seen the show, then let me tell you that I am Australia's Kelly Clarkson. And the only person who has the right to disagree with that is Kelly Clarkson. Shortly after the show, I oddly found myself on telly, magazines, and that for some odd ( Read more... )