Cry Me A River
Thu, 13/08/2009 - 10:04 by HM writer

Jack Tweed broke down in tears (no, not because he slept with another glamour model, although he must have wept bucket loads after that reported eight-hour orgy) but upon discovering that Jackiey Budden is trying to prevent him from seeing Jade Goody's two sons...

Apparently Tweed started to weep when he turned over from Page Three in The Sun to see the story about Budden wanting the High Court to rule that he is unfit to be with Goody's boys. Speaking outside his new home, he told The Sun:

Of course I'll fight an injunction. I wouldn't let it happen.

It's rubbish that I have to keep reading what she thinks about me in the papers.

Budden is said to be concerned about the negative influence Tweed could have upon Bobby, six, and Freddie, four. And she is said to have met with their father, Jeff Brazier, to try and persuade him to seek the High Court injunction.

And in more bad news for Tweed, the 22-year-old could face eviction from his new home in Essex (pic 5) over his partying and reported orgies. We hear Kerry Katona's got a spare room at the moment...

  • Kwebb - not only is that a well-observed piece, but an indication of the shit world of UK celebrity as we know it. I think it's safe to say that we can date the downfall of this seedy, needy little microcosm of society from the time of Big Brother - prior to that, all we'd had was the odd gormless "supermodel" and over-precious musician, not to mention the random Page 3 'Stunna' and actor/actress who made a complete and utter tit of themselves after a couple of pints of Special Brew in Stringfellows. Now, we have sons and daughters of cunts who are nicely developing into fully-fledged cunts, alongside over-precious footballers who have superassessed their presence on and off the pitch, 'singers' who suddenly think they are the reincarnation of Bob Dylan/Ella Fitzgerald/Michael Jackson - but minus the songwriting ability and musicianship - and the most worrying development, Joe and Jill Public who now want a piece of the action, but conveniently forgetting the talent and likeability factors. And just as worryingly alongside all this, we have the rise of the celeb pub and nightclub, where these cunts can gather and massage each other's vastly overinflated egos. It seriously is the pile of humming detritus that only sites like HM, Popbitch et al, and magazines like 'Heat', 'Closer', etc can encourage and nurture.

    Ergo - are we the twats that help in fostering it all???

    Blartmonster Fri, 14/08/2009 - 09:40
  • The Duke of Essex Polo Trophy... fucking says it all.. "Here geezer - oy geezer - when you're ready yeah - I need some fackin help over here - I need to get an outfit to wear to the fackin polo cause I've been invited with absolutely no good reason to attend. I'm infantile, stupid, moronic, and oozing all the class and sophistication of an afternoon sat in Mecca bingo drinking squash out of a paper cup. Naturally I should fit right in - at "The Duke of Essex" polo trophy." The whole planet has gone and got fucking awful.

    kwebb Fri, 14/08/2009 - 09:04
  • Never mind eh? You can always shag another tit-flasher.

    toady Thu, 13/08/2009 - 15:03
  • Oh boo hoo you fucking toss pot... each day you manage to make me hate you more and more, to an extent I didn't know was possible. Plus your mouth is tiny, get surgery or something. How the hell did you managed to suck Bubba's cock in prison? Oh who am I kidding, you found a way.

    tamago Thu, 13/08/2009 - 12:28
  • 'C'mon Jack, gimmee tears.....emote baby that's right. C'mon get lachrymose on me, we've got a Heat dedline to hit and Hello have promised another £5k if we give good sad....c'mon man, once more with feeling.....'

    jiggerycock Thu, 13/08/2009 - 11:32
  • Fuck me, a public display of remorse and sympathy-attracting tears? My fucking heart bleeds, you rancid tosser...

    Blartmonster Thu, 13/08/2009 - 10:26
  • Fuck me, a public display of remorse and sympathy-attracting tears? My fucking heart bleeds, you rancid tosser...

    Blartmonster Thu, 13/08/2009 - 10:26
  • 'C'mon Jack, gimmee tears.....emote baby that's right. C'mon get lachrymose on me, we've got a Heat dedline to hit and Hello have promised another £5k if we give good sad....c'mon man, once more with feeling.....'

    jiggerycock Thu, 13/08/2009 - 11:32
  • Oh boo hoo you fucking toss pot... each day you manage to make me hate you more and more, to an extent I didn't know was possible. Plus your mouth is tiny, get surgery or something. How the hell did you managed to suck Bubba's cock in prison? Oh who am I kidding, you found a way.

    tamago Thu, 13/08/2009 - 12:28
  • Never mind eh? You can always shag another tit-flasher.

    toady Thu, 13/08/2009 - 15:03
  • The Duke of Essex Polo Trophy... fucking says it all.. "Here geezer - oy geezer - when you're ready yeah - I need some fackin help over here - I need to get an outfit to wear to the fackin polo cause I've been invited with absolutely no good reason to attend. I'm infantile, stupid, moronic, and oozing all the class and sophistication of an afternoon sat in Mecca bingo drinking squash out of a paper cup. Naturally I should fit right in - at "The Duke of Essex" polo trophy." The whole planet has gone and got fucking awful.

    kwebb Fri, 14/08/2009 - 09:04
  • Kwebb - not only is that a well-observed piece, but an indication of the shit world of UK celebrity as we know it. I think it's safe to say that we can date the downfall of this seedy, needy little microcosm of society from the time of Big Brother - prior to that, all we'd had was the odd gormless "supermodel" and over-precious musician, not to mention the random Page 3 'Stunna' and actor/actress who made a complete and utter tit of themselves after a couple of pints of Special Brew in Stringfellows. Now, we have sons and daughters of cunts who are nicely developing into fully-fledged cunts, alongside over-precious footballers who have superassessed their presence on and off the pitch, 'singers' who suddenly think they are the reincarnation of Bob Dylan/Ella Fitzgerald/Michael Jackson - but minus the songwriting ability and musicianship - and the most worrying development, Joe and Jill Public who now want a piece of the action, but conveniently forgetting the talent and likeability factors. And just as worryingly alongside all this, we have the rise of the celeb pub and nightclub, where these cunts can gather and massage each other's vastly overinflated egos. It seriously is the pile of humming detritus that only sites like HM, Popbitch et al, and magazines like 'Heat', 'Closer', etc can encourage and nurture.

    Ergo - are we the twats that help in fostering it all???

    Blartmonster Fri, 14/08/2009 - 09:40

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