Bye Quiff Head.
On the show last night it was all about Cheryl VS Wagner. A news story came out that Wagner had ranted about how "lucky" Cheryl was to be where she was after coming from a "council estate" and Cheryl, knowing how honest journalists are decided to get mortally offended by this slur on her character. Erm.. what? Cheryl IS from a council estate and she IS lucky to be where she is. She's no Madonna, Sarah Mclachlan, Tori Amos or anyone with a remotely good voice. She did get lucky because there are thousands and thousands of attractive singers with good voices who can't get their break. Does she think she is owed what she has got out of her amazing life? That it is her unbelievable talent that got her to where she is? Is it fuck. She went on X Factor, joined a girl band, got some bad press, married a footballer, was cheated on and rejoined the X Factor as a judge which somehow made her the nation's darling.
"I'm reet angree on the X Factah me."
Cheryl could have been the bigger person. She could have nodded and accepted that Wagner (if he really was angry) was probably feeling hurt, alone and left out of the wolf pack of other contestants and judges that are against him. She could have put herself in his position. Instead she picked a fight with him on live television and tried to make him feel two centimetres tall. It backfired and made her look unprofessional and catty. Wagner meanwhile came out of the row looking a gentleman, repeating the words she once said on Piers Morgan's Life Stories: "Don't believe everything you read in the papers."
Epic Stair Fail.
Paije isn't all the rage.
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