Party like a celeb... at Iceland? Now, the only icelandic celeb I'm aware of is Björk, and I don't see her clobbering pepperoni photographers in airports with a box of £1 mini Kievs. She's too busy spending all the UKs cash when the bottom fell out of the Icelandic bank*.
Or did Björks bottom fall out in a bank? I remember Björks nörks being all over an album sleeve when she went piercing crazy, but not baring her bot in banks (which would clearly make the Merchant Bankers day, what with their bottoms falling out, and whatnot. Although I'd be concerned if their WhatNots were falling out in front of Björk - probably why she went all Ninja on them in the airport.)
Celebs should be ordering Caviar from Harrods, Bigfoot snouts and Polar bear penises - outrageously expensive, rare and mythical tucker, not a bag of oven chips and a packet of Micro-sausages.
Not to mention rating pasties for their cuteness, the great fat pie-dophile!
Although, to be fair, it could quite well be true of the Jungle Queen - her dependency on the mead is obviously down to the ridiculously cheapo beer. £5.50 for 2 bottles of Jacques - get it down yer neck girl!
If I recall, didn't she keep singing about begging for The Sex whenever she got drunk? Oh yes, It was a hit single that went something like..
If you seen me staggerin' down the street
Staring at the sky
And draggin' my two feet
You just pass me by
It still makes me cry
But you can fill my hole again
Or something...
*APOLOGIES TO ANYONE WHO INVESTED IN AN ICELANDIC BANK, BUT TOUGH TITTY! SERVES YOU RIGHT FOR NOT INVESTING IN BRITISH BANKS, AND TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF FOREIGN INTEREST RATES THAT WERE BOUND TO COLLAPSE. SERVES YOU TAX DODGERS RIGHT!! MWAH HA HA HA HA HA!
