Helen Flanagan - Love her or hate her?

She attempted (and I use the term extremely loosely) her fifth Bushtucker trial in a row last night. The task, entitled 'Rodent Run', involved the ex-Corrie star running on a giant hamster wheel whilst meal worms - hardly the worst thing in the world - were dropped on her. She would have won two stars for the camp, with the possibility of more as the trial continued. She flat out refused to even begin the trial, claiming she was "freaking out". 

 

If the girl has genuine fears then that's fair enough, but why agree to go in to the jungle when you can't even muster the courage to try the easiest of tasks? Not only is the 22-year-old starting to grate on her fellow camp mates, but it seems the public may be beginning to turn against her too. Professional darts player, Eric Bristow last night commented, "I don’t know why you’re in here if you don’t like insects and bugs and animals and things like that and you come into a jungle. What did you think you were going to do in here, drink milkshakes?" Helen replied with a shrug of the shoulders and a little giggle.

 

After returning from her failed trial yesterday she took to the Bush telegraph, sobbing "I just feel they are all turning against me." Unfortunately, the camp is becoming increasingly tired, hungry (no thanks to Helen) and emotional as their time in the Australian jungle continues. Cracks are beginning to show and Helen may turn into the outsider if she doesn't make more of an effort, she doesn't seem to understand the impact her actions are having on the group as a whole.

 

Her severe lack of independence is slightly worrying and may be reflective of her life as a child actor. I just hope her experience in the jungle has a positive effect on the girl and she realises that she is capable of much more than she may think.

 

Teeny-weeny bikini's and trout pouts can only get you so far. What are your thoughts?

Gossip Drip

So I've just started writing for Gossip Drip, a fairly new website posting everything from celebrity news to beauty reviews and the latest fashion trends in the UK.

 

A preview of my first post regarding the December of GQ, featuring a naked Rihanna:

 

The world watches her every move in anticipation. From her recent drastic haircut, to her growing collection of body art and her much-documented relationship with Chris Brown. We all read her controversial tweets and wonder what else can the Bajan babe do to shock us?

 

It’s certainly not difficult to understand the reasoning behind GQ’s decision to use Rihanna as their latest cover girl. She has already been dubbed the ‘sexiest woman alive’ and let’s face it, it’s impossible to ignore the allure that oozes from her every pore.

 

It’s hard to believe Rihanna could get any sexier, but the December ‘Men of the Year (And One Hot Woman)’ issue proves us all wrong. The singer is featured posing naked, her strategically placed arms covering her crotch and a leather jacket draped over shoulders.

 

In addition to the eye-popping images of the sex siren, the accompanying interview portrays her as the slightly unpredictable yet fun-loving girl we all perceive her to be. Touching on her past relationship with Chris Brown, her thoughts on love and her perception of herself, GQ have managed to strip Rihanna bare in all aspects of her personal and professional life.

 

‘Unapologetic’, Rihanna’s seventh album in as many years, is set for release on November 19^th. If recent hit ‘Diamonds’ is anything to go by, it is sure to be a best-seller and something to add to her growing list of achievements.

 

The December issue of GQ hits news stands on November 20^th. Will you be picking up your copy?

 

 

Have a look around the site and let me know what you think!

super duper hangover day

Eugh. Kill. Me. Now.

I'm the first to admit, I am a complete and utter light weight when it comes to drinking. Seriously though, what can you expect, at a pint size 5ft tall I really am the petitest of petites. Last night however, I decided it was time to inhale jagerbombs and vodka mixers like there was no tomorrow.

Unfortunately, there was a tomorrow. An important tomorrow, in which I planned to finish an essay (due in imminently) and do generally productive things with my life. Instead, thanks to my complete lack of will power when it comes to refusing drinks and dancing, I lay in bed for the majority of the day feeling rather lack lustre about anything and everything.

I have since surfaced from my shit-tip of a bedroom, showered and wrapped myself in a onesie. Tomorrow is another day, and I must must must get back on track. But first, its time to veg for the rest of the evening in my rather sorry state. May as well finish what I've started.