Good news fellow trash hounds! Great news in fact!
The teenage try-hard suburban-terrorist serial-pest sensation Corey Delaney is joining the presenting team of Big Brother 08.
I had heard that after his infamous Ringwood 'party' - blown outrageously out of proportion - The Corey had wrangled himself a publicist. "What the fuck for?" I thought. The kid held a lameo high school party that got crashed by a hoard of bored deadshit punks who trashed the manicured whitewash neighbourhood. The fact that the party details went viral through myspace isn't testament to his part planning savvy or his marketing nous, just proof of the saturation of internet social networking sites and evidence that the term 'friend' has been correspondingly made a laughing stock.
But, kudos to his parents. The whole situation reeks of a frustrated stage mother smelling her longed-for vicarious dream waft by and seizing the chance with all her wily spirit. I guarantee you The Corey wasn't the brains behind his media saturation. So, well played mum...well played.
And when he's gracing the screen as a BB host or special commentator or running joke, don't jump to cussing the yellow-sunnied one himself. Spare some vitriol for his elders behind the scenes.
There's nothing like suburban opportunism, is there?
2 comments:
Corey is a fine young man with the world at his feet. I find him preferable to:
- domestic rats
- domestic camels
- Shepherd's pie. Because it is digusting.
- self-discovery themed song lyrics.
- human shit on the footpath.
P.s. do you know anything about the Bristol stool scale? I wouldn't mind if you made that the topic of your next blog entry. But i guess i can't control you.
tata.
What were you expecting? BB08 to make Tim Flannery an intruder.
Wild times indeed.
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