If Holy Moly existed in the olden-days, it would probably look like
popbitch a carved wooden box filled with pictures of frivolities featuring moustached government officials and wooden-toopthed prostitutes.
If Holy Moly existed in the golden age of celebrity (i.e. before 1999), it would be chockablock with really bloody good celebrities who create proper nuisances of themselves and are pretty fucking magnificent at what they did for a day job.
I'm talking about:
- Richard Burton
- Elizabeth Taylor
- Liza Minnelli
- Oliver Reed
- Marianne Faithfull
- Ghandi
- Marlon Brando
- George Best
Look at these idiots. These are the most written about celebrities of the past 12 months.



Fucking rubbish. Who would
YOU class a proper celebrity nowadays? Stick your answer in the comments section and the best answer wins some tat we have been sent. The criteria is thus:
- They must be good at their chosen profession.
- Said profession must not be "being a celebrity".
- They must literally not give a fuck.
- They must skirt dangerously on the edge of either alcoholism, drug addiction or public sexual activities.
- You can't choose Amy Winehouse.
- Because I just thought of her.
- Is a lucky number.
- Kate Moss fits all criteria except for the fact that she enjoys feeling Pete Doherty's penis in her vagina, therefore rendering her disqualified on the grounds that she is clinically insane.