This is a bumper edition of WTF to mark the Oscars on Sunday, so It’s Got To Go has had to go but we need to discuss Tony Blair who, like the spider you push down the plughole but keeps popping its hairy little legs up through the gaps, just won’t go away. Since stepping down as Prime Minister in June 2007, Blair has been busy with various activities, all of them apparently with the sole purpose of swelling his bank accounts. He is on a number of Boards, he has written his memoirs (his revolting account of giving Cherie one on the night his predecessor as Labour Leader died remains etched into WTF’s memory), he has pounded the lecture circuit and for a while it seemed that he was set to become President of Europe. That this did not come to pass is fortunate because UKIP would have attracted millions of voters overnight with Nigel Farage carried shoulder high into Number 10 by cheering supporters. Blair is also, laughably, the Middle East Peace Envoy which in view of his record of warmongering against Afghanistan and Iraq is like asking Putin to head up Ukraine’s Independence campaign. To date there is no evidence of tangible or indeed any success and his chances seem to have been hampered yet further by his suggestion in January of this year that the military coup against the elected government of Egypt was a good thing for democracy.
Now it emerges that Blair has also been keeping his hand in with the Murdoch harem. First we had Wendi Deng, the third ex-Mrs Murdoch, waxing lyrical in her diary about his beautiful eyes, his long legs and his firm butt. Previously WTF had thought of Blair’s butt only in terms of kicking it into prison for war crimes but Wendi seems to have envisaged something different. Then we had Rebekah Brooks, former editor of the defunct and disgraced News of the World, giving evidence to the Old Bailey that Blair had phoned her in 2011 to offer support when it all went tits up. One would have thought that an offer of assistance from Blair would be about as welcome as a turd in a punchbowl but Rebekah apparently derived great comfort from it. Given that she had transferred her political affections to Call Me Dave, her near neighbour in leafy Oxfordshire, Tony’s attentions seem shameless but not as shameless as his insistence once the story had broken that he had known nothing of the details and was just offering “general advice”. But then what else do we expect of the little slimeball?
To the Oscars. The actual Red Carpet proved a bit of a disappointment because most played it safe. No minge moments, no bare bums, no heaving cleavage. Dresses had linings and sewn-up seams. But there were a few shockers and the After-Parties were awash with horror. Read on and see if you agree with WTF’s selection.
Let us begin with ghastly and pointless posh totty Lady Victoria Hervey who is still invited everywhere for reasons unknown and unfathomable.
This is model Karolina Kurkova wearing Elie Saab.
Next up we have Anna Kendrick wearing J Mendel.
Here is model and professional wronged wife, Liberty Ross.
The poor thing looks ill and half starved. She is also wrapped tight like a Maypole on Mayday. Shocking.
She is wearing a disco ball breastplate. One understands that after Nipplegate 2013 she wanted to cover them up this year but still…..
Now we have top tennis player Serena Williams wearing WTF’s new bugbear Michael Costello.
This is basically a worse version of Beyoncé’s Grammys dress by the same designer and it is as nasty as can be, especially when you catch a side view.
More arse-flashing from model Karlie Kloss. From the front she looks almost respectable.
But not from the back…..
Visible arse = horrible. Fact.
No Red Carpet would be complete without Pharrell Williams looking like a twat. Here he is wearing Lanvin and accompanied by his wife Helen Lasichanh.
Our next fashion victim is Diane Kruger wearing Valentino Couture.
How much does WTF hate this floaty concoction? It puts onlookers in fear of an imminent Minge Moment like a lacy version of Salome doing the Dance of the Seven Veils.
Here is a newcomer to these pages, actress Mamie Gummer. The designer remains unknown, which is a stroke of luck for him or her.
Now we get über-trashy with former Spice Girl Mel B wearing Walter Mendez.
This next one is bad. I refer to model Jessica White wearing Nicholas Jebran.
WTF had no idea that Disney was remaking a X-rated version of Snow White meets Aladdin in the Harem with Jessica as the Wicked Queen. Hi ho! Hi ho! It’s Off to Work We Go…..
We now come upon another newcomer to these pages, former Olympic figure skater Johnny Weir.
Johnny was on US TV giving a running critique on other people’s outfits despite being dressed as the Ice Fairy in a white leather ensemble and sparkly slippers. He looks entirely preposterous and his hair puts WTF in mind of a Guardsman’s Busby.
It gets worse with Whoopi Goldberg. Or should that should Whoops?
And finally, we have Liza Minnelli wearing vintage Halston.
OMG, OMG, OMG. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman over a certain age must be in need of a bra and in Liza’s case that was about 25 years ago. This may have looked OK in Studio 54 in 1978 when everyone was off their face on drugs but that was then and this is now. WTF’s friend Alison points out that it is the Red Carpet version of the leisure wear people don to go to shopping centres. Questions also have to be asked about the face, the blue streak in the hair and the orthopaedic shoes.
OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Keep your comments coming (last week was a BIG disappointment and you know how WTF gets upset when she thinks you don’t love her any more) as well as your suggestions for It’s Got To Go and let us meet again next Friday. Be good x