Lohan Gets Tudor-ed by Williams

By Marc Malkin edited

E-Online.

Mar 27, 2007 4:51 PM

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Lindsay Lohan surprised many last night by showing up to the premiere of Showtime's new, much buzzed-about series The Tudors.

 

However, leave it to L.L. to be an hour late to the screening, which took place at the Egyptian Theater. Two seats, however, had been saved for her.

 

Dressed in a black Chanel minidress and Miu Miu shoes, Lohan later hit the after-party at Les Deux. She was rather chummy in the VIP area with fellow recent rehabber, British pop star Robbie Williams. The two laughed a lot. At one point, he was spotted whispering in Lohan's ear. He brushed her hair away from her neck and even kissed the back of her head.

 

Funny thing, Williams didn't actually make it to the actual Tudors screening. Why? He told Planet Gossip's Matt Donnelly, "I was at Dancing with the Stars, supporting my friend Joey Fatone."

 

That's a familiar routine, Mucca

 

By CLODAGH HARTLEY

March 28, 2007

The Sun.

 

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HEATHER Mills turned up for her TV show — and appeared to look for pocket money in a fella’s trousers.

 

Lady Mucca, 38, helped herself to something deep in the leg of her mystery male pal’s pants before rehearsals for Dancing With The Stars.

 

The former model — who recently demanded a £10,000 a day deal in her divorce from Sir Paul McCartney — then went on to wow judges on the US show.

 

Mucca pulled off a perfect backflip despite having a false leg.

 

Wearing a green sequined catsuit, she stunned the panel by nailing the tricky move as part of a hip-wiggling mambo.

 

They awarded her an impressive score of 24 out of 30, in Week Two of the US version of Strictly Come Dancing,

 

Choreographer Carrie Ann Inaba said: “What in the world? I’m just so blown away by you.â€

 

 

She continued: “The level of difficulty in that routine was far higher than anyone else’s routine tonight. You nailed it!â€

 

And Bruno Tonioli exclaimed: “Beyond any expectation! Red hot Heather — I can’t believe it.â€

 

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Flipping great ... gutsy Mucca does a backflip with partner Jonathan Roberts while Robbie Williams cheers her on

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Last week Heather impressed judges with her gutsy Cha Cha.

 

Her debut attracted the show’s highest ever ratings and a flood of comments in online chat rooms.

 

Some had predicted a “quick departure†from the show.

 

But it seems the US tide could be turning for Heather — mum to Sir Paul’s daughter Beatrice, three.

 

She and dance partner Jonathan Roberts strutted round the dance floor at ABC studios in Los Angeles to huge applause.

 

Heather, dubbed Lady Mucca over her porn past, was even wildly cheered on by Robbie Williams, who was in the show’s audience.

 

She said: “It was great to let go and show people the other side of me — the prankster side.â€

 

regarding the L Lohan thing, its complete insanity 51 sites have picked it up :rolleyes:

 

To think that the story was originally made up based on a few pictures and having everyone jumping on board is absolutely ridiculous.

Rob and Russ pull again

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March 30, 2007

 

NO wonder ROBBIE WILLIAMS looks so pleased with himself.

 

He appears to have pulled another stunning blonde on a night out at his favourite LA club.

 

A bit like comedian RUSSELL BRAND, who has pulled himself a pretty brunette.

 

I don’t know the girls’ names - but I doubt serial shaggers Rob or Russ do either.

 

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thanks to mercian for the link

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:o Sparkle :o

 

...... those new highlights looking good ;)

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looking good sparkle :lol:

From The Mirror 3am:

JACKET IN ROBBIE!

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ANOTHER night, another date for recently released rehabber Robbie Williams.

 

The 33-year-old had stunning blonde Kym Johnson on his arm at Hyde Club, West Hollywood, on Wednesday night.

 

He first clapped eyes on her a few days beforehand on the set of US TV show Dancing With The Stars (left) and no doubt wooed her with a cheesy chat-up line.

 

As if that wasn't bad enough, he turned up on their date in a tartan-lined camouflage bomber jacket. Pity that poor, poor girl!

 

Robbie Williams Party Animal

 

Dailystar

 

REHAB has transformed Robbie Williams from a depressed recluse to full-on party animal.

 

The superstar has kicked his addiction to prescription pills and Red Bull, but now he seems to be hooked on clubbing.

 

Robbie has barely stopped to catch his breath since quitting the £700-a-night ********** ******on March 6, enjoying night after night on the tiles.

 

Yet it was a different story before he checked into rehab on February 13, his 33rd birthday. He had locked himself away behind the gates of his Hollywood mansion for weeks before deciding to go for help.

 

The singer has hit Hollywood’s top hotspots with a vengeance in the 24 days since checking out and emerging as a changed man.

 

The ex-Take That star has rarely had a quiet night in since deciding to leave the clinic.

 

Pals have insisted that the star's constant partying and socialising should not be a major cause for concern – yet.

 

They claim Robbie is back to his old self and has regained the twinkle in his eye.

 

One said: “He’s very well and on really good form at the moment. We’re just relieved he’s so happy and back to his best.â€

 

But others are worried that Robbie, who quit his treatment three weeks into a four-week programme, is heading for a major fall if he does not rein in his partying.

 

A friend said: “It’s a relief to see Robbie’s shaken off his blues – but he’s a bit full-on at present.

 

“It is worrying because he is still in the early stages of recovery at the moment.

 

“Rob is sworn off drink and drugs and he is doing really well, but Holly-wood is no tea party – it is just full of temptations.â€

 

The star’s spokesman said last night: “We never comment on Robbie’s private life.â€

 

 

thanks rwap

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ANOTHER night, another date for recently released rehabber Robbie Williams.

 

The 33-year-old had stunning blonde Kym Johnson on his arm at Hyde Club, West Hollywood, on Wednesday night.

 

He first clapped eyes on her a few days beforehand on the set of US TV show Dancing With The Stars (left) and no doubt wooed her with a cheesy chat-up line.

 

As if that wasn't bad enough, he turned up on their date in a tartan-lined camouflage bomber jacket. Pity that poor, poor girl!

Well the 3am bitches really showed themselves for the clueless twits they are :lol:

 

They should get their facts straight before they print anything :rolleyes:

 

Robbie cops an eyeful from fan

 

REHAB raver ROBBIE WILLIAMS was back to his cheeky best as he chatted to fans outside Hyde nightclub in LA on Tuesday night.

 

The singer - who checked out of Cottonwood de Tucson clinic earlier this month - joked about his lack of success in the States and couldn't hide his shock when girl flashed a tattoo on her breast.

 

Click on the link below to watch the video footage.

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Rehab Raver Rob stays home

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IT’S what you never thought you’d read – ROBBIE WILLIAMS has spent a night in.

 

The Rehab Raver left Hollywood nightclub owners stunned last night as he sat at home with his feet up watching telly.

 

I’d left space for a picture of him so I’ll have to leave it blank!

 

He’s sure to be back out again tonight wearing another dodgy jacket . . . watch this space.

 

 

That's actually quite funny for Vicky. :lol:

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WE'RE just bowled over that Robbie Williams has managed to bag a second date with dancer Kym Johnson - wearing this ridiculous hat and over-sized Bermuda shorts combo.

 

The recently-released rehabber, 33, was spotted having coffee in LA with his new sweetheart on Thursday, after partying the night before at his fave hangout, Hyde club.

 

And as one party-goer tells us, he really did fall for her. We're told: "Robbie was showing off on the dance-floor then he fell into this guy. He was fuming but Robbie was very apologetic."

 

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Rehabaholics: Julie Birchill blasts celebrity rehab culture

By JULIE BIRCHILL - More by this author »

 

Last updated at 21:20pm on 31st March 2007

 

 

I have never been a fan of Frank Sinatra – didn’t like his wigs, didn’t like his friends and Tony Bennett was a better singer. But I do have a weakness for the much-derided standard he made famous, My Way.

Though it was written by Paul Anka, he made its ‘never complain, never explain’ sentiments his own and emerged a bigger and better man, battered yet unbowed, from it.

 

Whenever I think of Robbie Williams and the frantic in-out in-out rehab hokey cokey that has characterised his later years in the public eye, I wonder if he will ever attempt the equivalent swansong, and what he’ll say. But what he won’t say is more to the point.

 

 

For a start, it’s doubtful Robbie will face ‘the final curtain’ when it eventually comes. Odds are he will be in rehab once more on that fateful day and will have to send a spokesperson to give a message on his behalf. He certainly won’t state his case of which he’s certain, as he doesn’t seem to have a clue what he wants from life.

 

Regrets? Robbie’s had a few, for sure. And no glitch in his life has been too small for him to mention – or to sing about. He is one of that band who not only pay therapists to attend them behind closed doors but also make their record-buyers their therapists – therapists who pay them for the pleasure, an interesting twist.

 

But it is towards the close of the song that the difference between the singers emerges most dramatically – and, it must be said, amusingly. Whenever Robbie ‘bit off more than he could chew’, he certainly ‘ate it up and spit it out’, albeit in the manner of a bratty baby bringing up its breakfast. And he doesn’t talk of his achievements in what could be called ‘a shy way’; though considering what garbage his last album was, maybe he should at least consider doing so.

 

Did Rob face it all, though? Did he truly stand tall? Did he heck. At the end of each verse, the refrain of the Robbie rewrite would be not the brash, brave ‘I did it my way!’ but the mewling moan ‘I went to rehab!’

 

While Williams is the most embarrassing example of the modern rehab junkie, he is far from alone. Only last week he was seen at an LA party with fellow rehab fan Lindsay Lohan. Robbie is, along with Courtney Love, a graduate of that rehab elite, the Lifers – strange, sad souls who seem unable to stay away from the Priory or Promises clinics from one year to another.

 

These clowns are the creme de la creme of wealthy whiners, and look down the ladder of lameness on lesser therapist-fiddlers such as Great Escapers – Lohan, Kate Moss, Jade Goody – who use rehab in the manner of a Get Out Of Jail Free card, choosing penitence over prosecution. Though somewhat sly, this course of action is entirely understandable and practical. Who would not prefer Promises to prison?

 

Great Escapers, far from being fragile, are shameless toughies prepared to sacrifice a little short-term dignity to protect their long-term careers. We needn’t feel sorry for them. Similarly, there are those who we suspect, though it can’t be proved, went into rehab to get themselves more credibility – the Better Cred Than Dead Brigade – such as Tom Chaplin, the lead singer from Keane.

 

This was also one of the rumours about former boyband star and I’m A Celebrity winner Matt Willis; that his record company was so set on positioning him as ‘the new Robbie’ that it purposely checked him in to the Priory. Whatever the truth, the essential good humour and high spirits that set him in such good stead in the jungle kicked in here too; he checked out after a short stay and sensibly self-polices his pleasures now.

 

More damaged and worry-worthy are the Give Me Space Cadets – Britney Spears and Kerry Katona. These sweet, silly, more-sinned-against-than-sinning pop starlets see rehab, quite understandably, not only as a place of safety from the prying eyes of the media but also from the grabbing hands of friends, exes, employees, lovers, husbands and families who seem set on using them as cash-cows.

 

The one thing that links them is that at some point ‘fame’ will be blamed. Often it will be the rehabber themselves blaming fame; sometimes the media. Fame has become ‘the butler’ of modern misery – ‘Fame did it!’ – and we are encouraged daily to believe that if only every famous person (from Norma Jean to Anna Nicole; if blonde and/or female, so much the better) had clung on to their blessed anonymity, they would have died happily in their sleep at the end of their allotted three score years and ten.

 

Whereas it’s nearer to the truth to say they may easily have died in early middle age, depressed and dead in a mobile home in Montana rather than in a Hollywood bungalow or Bahamian mansion. There are far more addicted, drunk and depressed unknown people than famous ones, after all.

 

Fact is, famous people say fame stinks because they love it so – like a secret restaurant or holiday island that they don’t want the hoi polloi to get their grubby paws on. They love the fact that our society runs on parallel lines, with two different systems; capitalism, red in tooth and claw, for the poor and anonymous, and socialism for the rich and famous.

 

When you’re a star, everything is free; witness the rise of the hideously named ‘goody bags’ now pressed on celebrities each time they attend the opening of an envelope. At the Oscars, gifts easily total £50,000 per person, and over the years have contained everything from £20,000 watches to holidays in Tahiti – all this just for turning up, smiling for the camera and downing free booze.

 

Naturally the idea of losing all these perks, not to mention the main business of being paid more in a week to sing/ play-act/dress up and walk along a catwalk than a nurse or teacher is paid in a year, is absolutely horrific to the rich and famous. Naturally, they are protective of their astounding level of privilege. So they pile on the agony, talking up the ‘stress’ and ‘pressure’ of being paid millions to do little apart from show off at any opportunity.

 

And in a thoroughly spiteful, mean-spirited and underhand attempt to kick the ladder away after they have clambered up it, they ceaselessly diss the bright, talented youngsters from TV talent shows. When all else fails, they enter rehab. ‘See how fame has made me suffer! So stay in that McJob, kids, and don’t try to follow me up the greasy pole.’

 

Celebrities try to foster the myth that fame is something that descends on individuals out of the blue, with no encouragement, blighting innocent lives. Even Z-list personalities such as Vanessa Feltz come out with astoundingly self-pitying statements about how fame has ruined their lives, as if she hadn’t pursued it with all the dignity and restraint of a rat up a drainpipe.

 

Let’s make this clear: unless one is born the heir to a throne of a reigning monarchy, one has to work really hard at the fame thing.

 

‘I want to be more famous than anyone in the world,’ said the young Madonna. Having established this, it seems a bit rich, not to say simple-minded, to turn around 20 years later and whine about what a pile of c**p it all is.

 

Just go, then – you’re certainly rich enough. Do what Sade and Kate Bush did when they were at the height of their fame and genuinely grew tired of it – disappear. The difference is, I suppose, that they weren’t greedy and needy, unlike the moaning minnies – and Madonnas – who complain about fame while doing everything humanly possible to keep it at fever pitch.

 

Even putting themselves into rehab – surely the only thing, as opposed to their thoroughly mediocre music, guaranteed to get mainstream Press for the likes of Love and Williams these days.

 

As I write, Courtney Love is being sued by Beau Monde Recovery Retreat in California for a $181,286 treatment bill left outstanding from 2005, and it’s certainly garnering a lot more coverage than her last album did.

 

My own brush with fame has been but modest, and my experiences with drink and drugs far more pleasurable than problematic, so maybe I’m not qualified to talk on either count. But when it comes to going into rehab because one is ‘addicted’ to Red Bull and coffee, in the case of Robbie Williams, you do want to shake the silly boy and say: ‘Dude, instead of blowing yet more thousands of dollars on rehab you don’t even finish for addictions that aren’t even lethal, just sit down and write out a damn big cheque to the charity of your choice. Make it just a little bit bigger than is sensible, so it gives you a momentary lurch in the pit of your stomach when you write it in words, and feel those endorphins flow!’

 

In my experience, charity combines the thrill of substances with the righteousness of rehab – and it isn’t all about you, either, which makes it even better. And while we’re on the subject of Toytownish ‘addictions’ such as caffeine-pops, surely the ridiculous alleged ‘comedian’ Mel Smith deserves a dishonourable mention for ending up in hospital in 1999 after necking up to 50 Nurofen a day. Wow, talk about walking on the wild side! If it’s any consolation, it’s the first time he’s ever made me laugh.

 

In the final analysis there are many reasons to despise rehab and the big jessies who resort to it – not least that it devalues the experience of people beset by the terror of genuine mental illness, who often end up alongside these wimps in places such as the Priory. But also it’s just sooo un-rock ’n’ roll. If you can’t handle your drugs and drink, stick to the soft stuff and leave your share for me and my kind.

 

Thankfully there are still rock stars worthy of the title who have a perfect take on the elephant’s graveyard of talent that is rehab. Noel Gallagher, who the Lord knows can tick all the boxes and more than poor diddums Robbie – violent and absent father, copious drug use, divorce, marriage to a woman who looks like a hod carrier in drag – said at an awards ceremony in February: ‘If you take drugs you end up in rehab, unless you’re a f***ing rock like me, and then you just give them up. We’ve all been there, but if you can’t stand the heat . . .’

 

And one mustn’t forget the magnificent Amy Winehouse, who sings it like she wings it on her glorious hit Rehab. Because going there says more about you – like the old Amex advert used to say – than cash ever can; to be blunt, that you’re a tiny-minded cry-baby with more money than sense.

 

In the Eighties, we were encouraged to ‘just say no’ to drugs. These days, listen to Amy’s song – and to rehab, say: ‘No, NO, NO!’

 

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He's only been in Rehab twice. :blink:

yep, and I didnt like the comment on Tom Chaplain either :angry:

She's a bitter, twisted old bag anyway. Always was. <_<

I have read this exact story before... so its second time round...easily known they are running out of new material to write about. Just ignore it...