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  1. Starts around the 1h 28m mark http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b09s8dy4
  2. https://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/player/b09s8dy4 1:52:30
  3. Just saw this on twitter Yes!!!!
  4. incase you don't know who he is, he is a director who worked with many stars like britney spears (stronger & Toxic), taylor swift (look what you made me do & Blank Space), and many other artists
  5. If anyone cares Bitch can't even fully admit she's having health issues. I'm pretty sure people have been commenting on it for a few weeks now. Anyway, I'm pretty sure this, and once from a few weeks ago, was the first time she's taken off due to illness or health-related problems.
  6. CAN ANYONE LOCATE MY FUCKING WIG SEE HERE - https://www.wmagazine.com/story/greta-gerwig-florence-welch-fashion-cover-story
  7. She posted the comment in the comments section!
  8. http://www.officialcharts.com/chart-news/marina-the-diamonds-updates-fans-on-new-album-im-almost-ready__21652/
  9. Celeb News

    As a child of the 1980s, I grew up watching Kylie Minogue playing the role of the car mechanic Charlene Robinson in the long-running Australian soap Neighbours. I had a poster of her and her co-star Jason Donovan on my bedroom wall and fervently wished the two of them were romantically involved in real life (later, it would turn out they were). My best friend, Susan, introduced me to her first album — called simply Kylie — and we listened to it on long car journeys, forcing our parents to rewind the cassette tape over and over again. As I grew older, Minogue also matured as an artist. Over the course of three decades, she has released 13 albums and sold more than 80m records. Along the way, she constantly reinvented herself: sex kitten, showgirl, electro-pop dance queen and honorary Brit after moving to Knightsbridge, London, in 2011. Her new album, Golden, sees Minogue in her new incarnation as country-music babe. It was written partly in Nashville, and the songs have an upbeat, twanging lilt that ensures they lodge in your brain and stay there, relentlessly catchy, for the rest of the day. The video for the first single, Dancing, features Minogue line-dancing in rhinestone and cowboy boots. Unlike Madonna, whose reincarnations have been just as dramatic, Minogue has never seemed brittle or aloof. If fame consists of two overlapping circles, one denoting celebrity and the other relatability, Minogue is one of those rare beasts who occupies the sweet spot at the centre of the Venn diagram. We feel we know her because we have grown up alongside her. When Minogue sweeps into the lobby of the Ritz hotel, where we’re meeting, she looks almost exactly the same as that poster on my bedroom wall from 30 years ago: smiling features, expressive eyes and chipmunk cheeks. She’s 49, turning 50 in May, yet the only sign of age is a radial smattering of crow’s feet. In person, she is tiny and lithe, like a glamorous whippet, and wears a white T-shirt, gold snakeskin boots and a skirt hemmed with sparkling thread. She looks like something you’d find on top of a particularly camp Christmas tree. “It means so much to me!” she whoops when I tell her my Kylie anecdotes. “I love hearing these stories. It blows my mind. If you didn’t tell me, I wouldn’t know.” She says that one of the things she most likes about being on stage is that sense of intimate connection. “On a cosmic level, I love it. People have bought the tickets, they’ve listened to songs. Or they’ve arranged babysitters or they’ve done their hair, it’s all that other stuff that I don’t know about that just fills my heart.” Her fans are clearly important to her. There is a track, Sincerely Yours, on the new album that is dedicated to them (chorus: “Even when it hurts / There’s nothing on earth I wouldn’t do for you”) and you get the sense she takes strength from their loyalty. They’ve seen her go through a lot over the years, not least her most recent break-up, from her 29-year-old fiancé, the actor Joshua Sasse, last February amid rumours of his infidelity. The couple met in 2015, on the set of the American TV show Galavant, and the end of their relationship was all the more cruel because Minogue, who is usually reticent about her private life, had been on Radio 4’s Desert Island Discs in December 2015 professing her devotion with unfiltered enthusiasm. She referred to Sasse as “my love” and said it would be “incredible” to start a family. For one of her eight selected tracks, she broke with convention and allowed Sasse to choose a recording as a surprise (it was of him reading an erotic poem written by his father, Dominic). Today, Minogue says candidly that she was “broken” by the end of the relationship. She took herself off to Thailand with two girlfriends to recuperate. “I just wanted to stop,” she says. “I knew I needed to heal my … My physical system was compromised. I think it’s called a nervous breakdown.” She shows me what she means, and starts to shiver, hunching over, curving in on herself. “I just thought, ‘No, no, no, no.’ ” Thailand was an opportunity to “reclaim myself and get strong and get going”. She spent her days on the beach, talking to her friends or choosing to say nothing at all, and at the end of it she felt “absolutely calm”. How long was she there for? “Six days.” I thought she was going to say six months. “Oh God, no! Six days are for ever. I think I reacted pretty quickly. I can take a nose dive pretty fast, but I won’t stay there long. I’m too practical.” She says there was a part of her that had felt getting engaged to Sasse and following a conventional route to marriage (albeit with a near 20-year age gap between them) was the right thing to do. “I went through all the motions of ‘This is what people do’, ” she says. “And it wasn’t the right union. I’ve never been that woman, that girl who dreams of walking down the aisle. You dust yourself off and you go through that period of ‘Never again. Not going to do it.’ ” Minogue is nothing if not an incurable romantic, however. Her love affairs with dashingly handsome men are passionate and always seem to last at least two years, the details endlessly pored over in the gossip columns — from the late rock star Michael Hutchence to the French actor Olivier Martinez and the Spanish model Andres Velencoso. “I love romance and I love to feel in love or be in love,” she admits. Now that the shock of the break-up with Sasse has worn off, Minogue says her internal monologue about finding love again is both optimistic and circumspect: “I probably will do it. What’s going to happen? Will it work? Probably won’t work. Might work. I’ll give it a try.” She smiles. “All these questions! I don’t think it really matters what age you are [after a break-up], but at my age you do go, ‘What now?’ “Although I’m not that bothered right at the minute, I’m enjoying being … how can I say this? Being fully within myself.” It’s interesting that, in all of this, Minogue never once mentions Sasse by name. “I really don’t want to talk about it much because I don’t think it’s fair on him.” Then she adds, “I’m beyond that story,” and you get a clear sense of her strength: a glimmer of steel beneath the sweet pop-poppet exterior. “How do you get over it?” She shrugs. “You just do.” As a performer, Minogue has always lived by the guiding principle that the show must go on. She has never known any different. As a child growing up in Melbourne, “I didn’t dream of doing anything else”. Her father, Ron, was an accountant, but her mother, Carol, was a professional dancer and used to take her three children (Minogue has two younger siblings, Brendan, 47, a cameraman, and Dannii, 46, who of course followed her into pop) to theatre shows and music classes. Minogue played the piano and the violin, but then discovered Prince, Adam Ant and Duran Duran and lost interest in classical music. She dreamt of becoming “Olivia Newton-John in Grease or the blonde one in Abba” and for a while indulged in a fantasy that the father of the family next door “would be a record producer and would hear me singing”. Her flair for performing landed her small parts in soap operas before she made her debut in the role of Charlene in 1986. It was a breakthrough that made her a household name and that culminated in an on-screen wedding to Scott, played by Jason Donovan, which attracted an audience of 20m in Britain. The pressure was intense. For a while, she suffered from anxiety and confided in her brother, who she describes as “the rock, he’s just so solid, caring. He’s got a great expression — he says, ‘It’s just the pfffffer valve.’ ” The what? “The pfffffer valve. You just go pfffff, like something on a steam engine. You’ve just got to let it out.” She still uses the pfffffer valve. Recently, because she has been travelling a lot, “I’ve had few moments where I’m so tired I just feel like I need a good cry.” She wants to find a weepy film she can watch expressly for this purpose (“a good chick flick so I can have a really good howl”). She’ll settle on a classic such as Out of Africa. At the height of her teenage fame, Minogue started releasing music in Australia, before being flown to London to meet with the record producers Stock, Aitken and Waterman. For days, she wandered around the city waiting for their call. She visited Madame Tussauds and went on an open-topped bus tour, all the while hoping they hadn’t forgotten about her. When she was finally summoned, the producers sat around unsure of what to do with this blue-eyed ingenue. According to Minogue, one of them said, “We need a song,” another said, “She should be so lucky,” and lo, a pop classic was born. I Should Be So Lucky went on to sell more than 1m copies. Since then, Minogue’s pace of work has been fairly relentless. “I’m conditioned,” she says. “When the red [on air] light goes on, you’re on it. Sell it, whatever it is. I think that’s from my days on Neighbours. There’s no time, learn your lines, do it, move on to the next one.” It’s a get-on-with-it attitude that has got her through some of her toughest times — because it’s easy to forget, given her warmth and down-to-earth charm, that she has been through a lot. She dated the INXS frontman, Michael Hutchence, for two years from 1989; he was found dead in a hotel room in Sydney in 1997. “RIP,” Minogue sighs. It was a tragedy, I say. “It really was,” she nods. “What a creature! So charismatic, so gorgeous, funny, all of that. A great loss.” She credits Hutchence with giving her confidence to explore her sexuality, both on stage and off it. He used to tell her, before she performed, that it was time “to put your ego jacket on”. “Half of us performers are the most insecure bunch you’ll ever come across,” she says. “We’re asking, ‘When are they going to find out I’m a fraud?’ ” Hutchence, with his strutting machismo and self-belief, helped her get through that. She still thinks of the “ego jacket” every time she goes on stage. “You could be sick, you could be going through a break-up, you could just have had really bad news about something, but the show must go on.” Away from the limelight, Minogue describes herself as “a bit shy”. When she recorded the now-infamous video for Spinning Around, writhing atop a bar in gold hot pants bought by a friend for 50p down Portobello Market, it was as if a mental switch had been flicked and then it was “cool, go for it, slide down the bar …” She breaks off for a sexy little shimmy — Minogue is a very physical conversationalist. “Yeah, I wouldn’t wear the hot pants as me, but in that world, it makes sense.” In fact, her pert derriere became so famous that The Sun sponsored a campaign in the early Noughties to have Minogue’s rear end listed as a World Heritage Site on the grounds that it was an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. The gold hot pants, meanwhile, have been permanently rehoused at the Arts Centre Melbourne, where no one is allowed to touch them without putting on a pair of white gloves first. She began to think of her bottom as “a separate entity”. “At the time, there was so much talk about the hot pants I was like, ‘Well, they can go and do all the bloody interviews then, I’ll stay home!’” It’s intriguing how much of her performative self she thinks of in the third person. Does she have a divaesque alter ego, like Beyoncé’s Sasha Fierce? “I don’t have a name for it like Beyoncé does, but there’s definitely … I don’t know what to call it, it’s not a chasm, it’s not a void, but it’s a space, it’s a real space right before you go on and everything just changes.” And when she gets on stage? “It’s amazing. I’m not going to lie. You escape your problems on tour. It’s simpler there.” Occasionally, though, real life intervenes with shattering force. She was halfway through her Showgirl tour in 2005 when she was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was 36, felt a lump and went for a mammogram at a walk-in clinic in Melbourne. The well-meaning nurse told Minogue she wasn’t old enough to be there. “She said, ‘What are you doing around this end? You’re not 40.’ I made some joke about, ‘No, I’m not 40, but won’t be too far off,’ that kind of thing.” When she got the results, “I never really thought, ‘Why me?’ I didn’t think that. But it was a total shock, obviously. I remember every moment. It was absolutely slow motion. Time kind of stood still.” She cancelled the tour and was treated in Paris, where she was living with her then-boyfriend, Olivier Martinez. She had a partial mastectomy and rounds of radiation and chemotherapy that left her so weakened that “walking to the cafe was a big deal: you’ve got no hair, no lashes, no nothing and it was like, ‘OK, I’m going to go down to the cafe.’ That was a big deal.” Her voice becomes quiet. Her eyes glaze over. “It’s not the easiest thing to remember.” Has she reconciled herself with her own mortality? “It’s a huge question. I don’t know.” I’m aware of the irony of discussing this with someone so inextricably linked to eternal youth. For so long, Minogue has seemed ageless, partly because — by her own admission — she went a little overboard with the Botox. She has since ditched the botulism and looks much better: her face is more structured, more graceful and seems more at peace with itself. She still looks a good 20 years younger than her real age and it’s fairly astonishing to think she is turning 50 in May. “I know,” she groans, and then she stops herself. “I shouldn’t say it like that.” She sits up straighter and says brightly: “I know, I am!” “I do feel like doing something a bit out of character like throw a massive party. That’s not what I normally do, but I think I’m going to do it this year.” In the past, Minogue has spoken about her desire to start a family. Approaching her half-century has thrown that into doubt. Does she still want children? “No, not for me,” she says firmly. “Been down that road, numerous times, as in, ‘Can I make this happen?’ But no. I mean, if I think about what it must be to be a mother and look into your child’s eyes, I mean, that’s …” She scrabbles around, searching for the right way to express something that has clearly been a painful realisation. “Of course I wonder what that would be like. But your destiny is your destiny and I can’t imagine, if by some miracle I got pregnant … at this point in my life, I wonder, could I even manage that?” She pauses. “That’s not in my life. “It would be a lie to say there’s not a bit of sadness there, but I don’t get caught up in it. I can’t. I mean, what can I do? And there’s a high probability, if/when I meet someone, that they will have children anyway. So I could imagine being a stepmum.” There is a beat of silence and then the atmosphere shifts, from inward reflection to upbeat optimism at the flick of an invisible switch. She smiles and her gold boots shimmer and twinkle. I wonder if she’s in the space, that liminal zone where she puts on her “ego jacket” before going on stage — because whatever else happens, whatever she has been through, Kylie Minogue has always known the show must go on. I copied the whole thing because you gotta sign up to read it in its entirety The best interview in some time tho https://www.thetimes.co.uk/magazine/the-sunday-times-magazine/the-magazine-interview-kylie-minogue-on-heartbreak-hotpants-and-turning-50-qnhc6ml9p
  10. i love crawfish too @Britney Spears marry me mommy
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