Looking to score highly this weekend ... Natalie Horler strips off for German Playboy
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EUROVISION babe Natalie Horler posed naked for German Playboy.
Busty blonde Natalie, who fronts pop band Cascada, stripped off for a series of saucy shots in the adult mag in 2011. Natalie, who is representing Germany in the final of the singing contest this weekend, was shown baring her boobs and bum in the raunchy snaps. The 31-year-old has said of the shoot: "Yes I did Playboy and I am very proud of these photos. "It was a huge honour to be asked by such a famous magazine."
Eurovision hopeful ... Cascada's Natalie Horler
Cascada will take to the stage in Malmö, Sweden, on Saturday night to perform dance anthem Glorious. Earlier this year the Evacuate the Dancefloor hit-makers were hit with controversy when they were accused of plagiarising last year’s winning song Euphoria by Swedish singer Loreen. German tabloid Bild claimed Glorious and Euphoria were “absolutely identical”. Natalie denied the accusations, saying: “If you like, we can superimpose one song on the other. They are two different songs.” Bonnie Tyler, 61, will represent the UK with her entry Believe In Me.
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I remember my dad winding up a big mantle clock on his dresser every night. The clock had been his dad's and something about maintaining it seemed to help my dad deal with the death of his parents. I didn't get it at the time, but I think I do now.
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I remember when I was very small, my older brother got his very first wristwatch and he was very proud of it. He had to wind it every day. For some reason, this was a big deal to him. By the time I got to be the age he was then, my classmates would show up with wristwatches with calculators on them, big ugly things, and they'd be super stoked about their awesome calculator watches. I never understood why it was such a big deal to them. This was before I fully comprehended the whole "geeks love gadgets" phenomenon.
I remember my older brother, back when he was in elementary school, had a fountain pen that he was required to have for school. It was somehow a big deal, too, and he told me all about it and showed me how it worked. He said every day he'd have to buy more ink cartridges from the supply store at school. By the time I got to school, there was no such thing as fountain pens and the supply store didn't carry anything even remotely connected to them. In fact, I don't recall anyone writing in ink at all.
I remember when I was about 5 or 6, my older brother and our neighbor told me to meet them inside our playhouse in the backyard because they had something big that they were going to show me. So I went to the playhouse and they pulled out cigarettes and matches. They taught me how to smoke and we sat back there smoking away. I didn't get why this was supposed to be fun because all I could think about the entire time I was toking on my cigarette was that I was going to die of cancer. It didn't take me long to kick the habit, what with me not having a regular supply of cigarettes and having a powerful fear of death and all.
I remember when I was about 5 or 6, the city was working to widen a road right next to our neighborhood. In the process, they had dug deep ditches along one side of it and placed large concrete pipes running all the way down, with large drains spaced at various intervals on top. My brother and his friend and I would climb down in those pipes and crawl for blocks. It was inside those pipes that my brother and his friends taught me every single curse word that I know to this very day. I was the only kid starting first grade that I knew of who routinely shouted, "mother fucking goddamn sonofabitch fucking shit ass cunt" whenever I was really angry. Naturally this made me very popular with the teachers. And all my friends parents. It didn't really come in handy until I was much older and began to drive.
I remember my older sisters taking me to see a drive-in movie. There was only one drive-in theater still in business. I thought it was the coolest thing in the world. It may have even been the very first movie I ever went to. I'm not sure. Many years later a tornado ripped through and shredded it. Today it's a shopping center filled with restaurant chains and small stores I hardly notice.
I remember when disco was popular. Every time a disco song came on the radio all my friends and I would scream and moan, "when is disco going to ennnnnnnnnd?????" We hated disco with a passion.
I remember my youngest older sister practicing her disco dancing skills in her bedroom with the door locked (no one else in the house except her was ever allowed to lock their door without Dad literally breaking it down) and she'd crank her stereo way up, thinking perhaps that this would drown out the sounds of her stomping and clapping. It didn't. Imagine hearing KC and the Sunshine band performing "Shake Your Booty" over and over again, at high volume blasting through a pair of 15 inch speakers, with stomping and clapping throughout, about 1000 times in a row. Yeah, "shake shake shake ... shake shake shake ... shake your bootie!" Just having that fucking song stuck in your head for the rest of the day should give you a small idea of the torture my family and I endured because of disco and my sister's love of it.
I remember my oldest older sister laying sideways across her bed, flopped over face down like a murder victim, while she listened to one of her many Hank Williams Sr albums while her bedroom door stood wide open, so that everyone upstairs could share in the joys of that deep country twang along with her. Fortunately, she did not enjoy it at window shaking volume the way my youngest older sister did with her disco songs. So I could at least go downstairs to get away from it if I needed to.
I remember sitting in my mom's old Ford stationwagon in the parking lot outside of Belk's where my mom was inside shopping. My sister was with me and we were bored. So we started counting Volkswagen Bugs and Ford Mustangs. We counted those particular cars because they were literally everywhere. More than any other car, those two were absolutely everywhere you looked, all the time, every place you could go. Or at least that's how it seemed at the time.
I remember watching "Starsky and Hutch" and never, ever getting it right as to which was which. For what its worth, I know now. The Jewish guy with most of the jokes was Starsky and the blonde guy playing the straight man was Hutch. I never did care much about their car, though. I liked the car chases a lot. Cop shows at that time tended to have a lot of car chases. At the time I had no idea why. The movie "Bullitt" was before my time.
I remember watching James Bond movies and hearing my Dad complain that "this guy is no Sean Connery." I had no clue who Sean Connery was or why it meant so much to my dad that this guy was not him.
I remember watching movies with my dad and learning more about the people in the movie than you could ever possibly want to know because my dad knew all about the actors and actresses and what went on scandal-wise when the movie first came out, who was dead and how they died, who had an affair with whom, who was a communist, addicted to drugs, committed to an asylum, etc. But only if the movie was in black and white. The few color movies he could fill me in about were from the 1950s or '60s. Anything from the '70s up to the present day Dad didn't really seem all that interested. I used to think that was odd, but I kind of get it now.
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PUBLISHED: 21:48, 7 May 2013 | UPDATED: 23:22, 7 May 2013
She's often showing off her figure in an array of body hugging ensembles.
But even Abbey Crouch pushed the boundaries for her usual style on Tuesday night as she stepped out inadvertently showing off her nipples.
The model headed out to the Ledley King Dinner at the Hilton Hotel in London with her footballer husband Peter Crouch.
Looking perky: Abbey Crouch gives onlookers more than they bargained for as she goes braless and reveals her nipples as her black dress turns see-through
The 27-year-old seemed to be going for a demure ensemble as she opted to head out in a long sleeved black frock that came to just below her knees.
But what she may or may not have realised was that onlookers got a full view of her bare chest underneath.
The WAG may regret going braless for the outing as the lights shining on her revealed her naked body underneath in all its glory.
Baring all: Abbey headed out for dinner with husband Peter Crouch at the Hilton Hotel in London but she revealed her breasts in the light as she left
Accident? Abbey seemed not to notice the stir she was causing as she made her way to the Ledley King testimonial dinner on Tuesday evening
All on show: The WAG posed for pictures as she pouted for the cameras while giving an eyeful of her naked body and thong underneath
Abbey smouldered for photos as she posed next to husband Peter, who looked dapper in a suit and shirt with some facial hair.
But while she stunned with her blonde locks worn down and wavy she drew attention for very different reasons.
As Crouch turned around her tiny thong was all too clear, as was her belly button and both her nipples.
Date night: She tried to go demure as she joined her husband for the special night out, but in the light gave onlookers an eyeful
Stunner: Abbey arrived in style to the bash in London's Park Lane ready to be wined and dined for the evening
Although she seemed none the wiser as she pouted up a storm for photographs outside the venue.
The model completed her look with strappy black shoes and a small handbag as she confidently strutted along.
It was a rare night off for the pair from parenting duties looking after their two-year-old daughter Sophia.
And despite being one of the most glamorous celebrity mums around, the model has previously admitted she respects fellow WAG Victoria Beckham for managing to juggle her professional life with her family – all the while looking perfectly polished.
Too late to cover up now: After a while she lifted her arm to hide her breasts as she and Peter posed for yet more photographs
More flesh baring: Not content with just showing off her front, Abbey also went for a plunging backless cut for the evening out
Showing off her pout: Abbey joined some more glamorous ladies as she entered the venue
She told Fabulous magazine: 'I’m paranoid that I’m going to fall over. I don’t know how Posh Spice does it with the seven-inch heels and the new baby.
'I can sprint in stilettos, but I’d still not hold my baby walking around in them. I just can’t be bothered with pain, it’s not worth it.
'Victoria Beckham always looks so polished even with all those kids and that huge empire she runs. I look like death after a flight. There are some weeks when I don’t wash my hair for days! How does she do it?'
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Naked facts ... Rhian on weight, Big Brother and I'm A Celeb
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PAGE Three favourite Rhian Sugden has revealed she cannot gain weight apart from in her breasts, exclaiming: “It’s really weird. My organs must be in my boobs.”
The blonde glamour model, 26, told she never goes to the gym and eats like a man. In a photoshoot that saw her enact the famous poster from Basic Instinct and strip to her birthday suit, she talks about eating fast food and staying slim. She tells Loaded mag: “I eat just like one of the boys. It’s true. Just can’t put weight on and I love junk food. “And I never go to the gym. I’m a size six or eight on the bottom and about a 14 on top. My bra size is 32E. “If I do put weight on it goes straight to my boobs, though, it’s really weird. My organs must be in my boobs.”
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Rhian’s admission comes as she posed in a slinky white dress to recreate Sharon Stone’s infamous scene from the raunchy 1992 movie. Rhian confessed she has not seen the film also starring Michael Douglas but said she admired Hollywood star Stone for looking hot at 55. She said: “She still looks great. If I looked like that in my fifties, I’d be doing pretty all right. But I didn’t really like having my hair all slicked back to be honest. And not having much make-up on.”
Weighty issue ... Rhian says all weight goes straight to her chest
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Rhian, who said she had a bad experience in the Big Brother house, insisted she would still consider doing I’m A Celebrity … Get Me Out Of Here! She said: “I think I’d prefer that, actually doing something and not just sitting around a house gossiping and bitching.” Read the full interview in Loaded- out now.
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JESSICA Alba reveals more than she intended as she peels off on a family stroll.
The Fantastic Four star raised the temperature a few more degrees when she ditched her jacket — to flash her nipples in a transparent black bra. The 32-year-old beauty made the boob as she walked with husband Cash Warren and daughters Honor, five and Haven, two, in New York’s Tribeca district.
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The loose black vest top which hung down the middle from her shoulder did nothing to spare her blushes.
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Hoarders is on. I didn't turn it on and I'm not currently controlling the TV, so I can't turn it to something more worthwhile to watch. As I watch this cheesy reality show crap it occurs to me that I don't recall a single episode in which they went to a house in Beverly Hills or The Hamptons or some place wealthy and upperclass like that. I haven't seen or heard of a single case of hoarding in which a filthy rich celebrity or businessman had a hoarding problem.
When I think closer to home, I realize that none of my upper class friends have houses filled with stuff. My wealthy friends don't have indoor couches on their front porches or trails in their living rooms where you have to make your way through stacks and stacks of crap.
The only people I know with stacks of crap and little trails formed through it that you walk to get from one room to the next are poor relative to most of the people I know.
To be fair, poorer people can't afford as much house, and therefore the larger storage space that richer people can. I recall a TV special about Michael Jackson in which he was shown going on an insane shopping spree where he spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on crap. Where all that crap went once he got home, I don't know. But I never heard stories after he died of people having to wade through piles of crap he'd bought and set up a hasty estate sale to get rid of it all. And I know for a fact that many wealthy professional men in Memphis have wives who spend thousands of dollars per week on regular shopping sprees. I can't imagine where all that money goes, or what happens to the things they buy. Their houses are large, but never seem to be overfilled with things.
One of my sisters moved out to a part of Alabama that I have to confess, I never would have chosen for myself. It's up on a mountaintop and I'm sure it has its good points, but for the most part I have never heard much good said about it. Driving out there to visit her, it is impossible not to notice the small, rectangular houses, boxes really, which appear to be resting on piles of trash. All around these little houses are piles and piles of ... stuff. Its just stupid stuff. Raggedy couches, window frames, doors, tables, old chairs, cans, bottles, lawnmowers, motorcycles in various states of disassembly, shells of cars that are missing engines, doors, glass. There is no yard left. And their running cars don't appear to be parked in any sort of orderly arrangement in their driveways. They're everywhere, all around the house, all over the yard, front and back.
In my own neighborhood, one of my neighbors once complained to another neighbor about the fact that his son's girlfriend repeatedly parked her car alongside the street instead of in the driveway. I hadn't thought about it before, but no one here parks on the street. And no one parks in their yard, either. All our cars, at every house, are organized in our garages and driveways. I have more cars than anyone on my street, and yet even so, all of them are either in the garage or in my driveway. That wasn't the case when I was living in Redneckville. Back then I was probably the only person in the entire neighborhood with cars inside my garage instead of stacks and stacks of junk. Everyone else had cars and boats parked somewhere in the grass.
So I'm thinking about this now and I'm wondering, why is this? Why have I never seen a wealthy person with a hoarding problem? Why are their houses always so perfectly organized, neat, and devoid of stuff? In most of the largest, nicest homes I've been inside of, there really wasn't that much stuff. Almost every room was neatly filled with just the right amount of things. At worst, there might be a closet somewhere in the back that overflowed with old things, or maybe one entire side of their garage was stacked with junk. But beyond that, no one seemed to overfill their rooms with things.
Do rich people sell their old things once they get bored with them? Do they donate them? Do they just throw them away because they value them less than poorer people?
Do poorer people hang onto every single item they possess, even when its broken, worn out, or otherwise of little value to them, because they fear they might not be able to afford to replace it?
I don't have an answer to this. I just have my theories and random thoughts. I don't watch "Hoarders" enough to pay much attention so I don't know if they've ever offered any in-depth explanation as to why they believe people fill their houses with crap.
What do you think?
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