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Baby's first match report - Chelsea 4-4 Aston Villa Villa out the blocks quickest! Maloney scores! Lampard gets injured! Ballack comes on! Maloney scores again! Cech with a howler! Ballack falls over! Zat Knight gets mega harshly sent off! Shevchenko scores the subsequent penalty! Curtis Davies is alive! Shevchenko rifles in a quick equaliser just after half time! Alex puts them ahead! Curtis Davies makes a really bad attempt at a sliding tackle! Martin Laursen equalises! Carvalho with a scumbag two footed death lunge on Gabby! Red card! Dubious free-kick awarded to Chelsea! Ballack takes it! Ballack scores! We dart up the field and...Cashley Cole handles on the line! Penalty! Red card! Stoppage time! Barry takes it and slides it in! Full time! So in a nutshell, a draw. How boring.

Harper's Bazaar - Espanol

Can someone put a Santa hat on my avatar?

No.

I would say Guus overachieved and Koeman did about what could be realistically expected, especially after losing van Bommel, Park and Vennegoor of Hesselink. They still won the championship (albeit in a far less convincing manner than under Hiddink) and knocked Arsenal out of the Champions League. I think PSV were/are in a transitional phase regardless of Koeman, though it's perhaps his own error for not sorting that out.

PSV was Koeman's level. But he's found out the hard way.

Diane looks a little Carla Bruni-esque in my avatar, it is true. Anyway, last night some German dude came on for Chelsea that I'd never heard of, Michael Ballsack I think his name was. Who the hell is he? Just kidding Mike, I still like you!

Men's Vogue Article German-born, London-trained, Paris-living Diane Kruger has ably made the model-to-actress turn. But does she ever sleep? By Michael Mraz Try to imagine a woman being considered too pretty for the movies. That's what many Hollywood casting agents thought of Diane Kruger after she starred as Zeus' daughter Helen, the most classic beauty of them all, in the less-than-heroic Troy. But after a few years of seeking out daring roles in indie and European films, the 31-year-old model turned actress has proved that despite her cobalt-blue eyes and bone structure that would have Aphrodite consulting a plastic surgeon, she has real dramatic prowess. And Hollywood has begun to take notice. "I'm trying to branch out with different roles," Kruger says with a sniffle over breakfast at the Gramercy Park Hotel in New York. But she did reprise her role as the somersaulting historian Abigail Chase in the sequel National Treasure: Book of Secrets, which opens in time for the holidays and figures to be another blockbuster. It's her costar, Nicolas Cage, whom some consider different. "I think he's the same person he was when he first starting acting," Kruger asserts, "just with less demons. A lot of people like to be eccentric; he just is. No day resembles the last one." Kruger's days don't have a lot in common either. After spending six months on location in L.A., South Dakota, and Washington, D.C., for Book of Secrets, in a couple of nights she'll head for Toronto to see her boyfriend, Joshua Jackson. How the guy from Dawson's Creek ended up with the daughter of Zeus is its own 21st-century tragedy, but after that Kruger will return to Montreal to finish shooting a Charlie Kaufman–esque romantic fantasy, Mr. Nobody, with Jared Leto and Sarah Polley. Yet she lives, ostensibly, in Paris. "It's my favorite city," she says in her pan-European accent, "though I'm never there." Moving around a lot is something Kruger has become accustomed to, having left rural Germany when she was 13 to spend her teenage years studying at the Royal Ballet in London, modeling in New York, and taking drama lessons in Paris. She speaks several languages, which comes in handy in her line of work—she was a host at Cannes this year and moved effortlessly between French, German, and English. "I dub my own movies into other languages," she says with a smile, "so I should get paid a lot more than I do. But it's fun working on accents." Sometimes she even finds herself speaking German on the streets of St.-Germain at the famously rapid-fire pace of her friend and neighbor Karl Lagerfeld. "He's probably the only person in France who rides around in a Hummer, so I can always see him coming," she laughs. I ask Kruger if she still feels pressured to prove that she's not just another model trying to act. She won't have any of it. "I don't even really look like a model—I'm not that tall and I'm not that striking," she says. Sensing the beginnings of a protest, she goes on, "You know how models are like aliens? That's not me!" It's all a bit much to believe, but then I'm reminded of the old line about beauty being truth and truth being beauty, which tells me that Kruger just might be human after all.

Point well made! One of Lauren's most triumphant moments in Gilmore Girls was in Season 3 when she whipped out a tremendous Louis Armstrong impression. What a great show; I'm such a girl and I don't even care!

I'm gonna go ahead and shred another layer of masculinity and declare my love of Gilmore Girls. Now its gone, must I rent Evan Almighty to get my Lauren Graham fix? <_<

My dad has always wanted Joey Barton in the England team. Then again, he was really pleased when we signed Sasa Curcic!* * So was I!

Isn't that just standard award ceremony guff?

Lazy Wikipedia introduction to "The Stath": Jason Statham (born 12 September 1972) is an English actor, known for his hard man roles in the Guy Ritchie crime films Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Revolver and Snatch. Statham also appeared in supporting roles in several American films, such as The One, The Italian Job, and Collateral, as well as playing the lead role in The Transporter, Transporter 2, Crank, and War. Statham is currently working on The Bank Job, and Death Race (a remake of Paul Bartel's Death Race 2000).

Sarko! Sacrebleu!

Having watched the back end of Capello's press conference, I've realised one thing: the guy has an incredible looking face. I don't mean he's handsome, I mean he's striking... and that's not just me being polite whilst calling him ugly. What a departure from the days where Englishmen would have to blush at the very mention of Steve McClaren's hair. Now, a manager we can be proud of, if not least for his striking looks.

The Vogue editorial is tremendous. Early Christmas present!

More, more, more

Natasha's shoe! Even now I never see it coming! The inclusion of that lame, lame Jet song at the end aside, this show was the goods.

The most curious case is that of Andy 'where did my career go?' van der Meyde, who along with his Ferrari and a Mini Cooper, had his dog stolen. In an endearing public display of emotion, he even did an appeal for the return of Mac on Sky Sports News. Maybe if David Moyes kidnapped Mac every week, he'd get a performance out of the guy. Anyway, the much loved pooch has since been reunited with the hard drinking right-sided midfielder! What a barking mad story. Anyway... I love how there's already an article on the MSN UK website titled 'What if Capello fails with England?' Got to love our 'can do' spirit.

All very true. Did you know that Stevie lives 500 yards from a police station? Doesn't matter much, burglars still got him! Surely its only a matter of time before Momo Sissoko's fine collection of Persian rugs are targeted.

Here's another from the Movies Rock shindig with Double J. Japanese premiere of National Treasure 2: Book of Secrets, 6th December Dorchester Hotel (London) photocall for National Treasure 2: Book of Secrets, 10th December Russian Cosmo (not my scans)

This year's show seemed like a weird, ultra expensive Hen Night. One with, er, Henry Simmons and Dean Cain in attendance.

Heidi Klum, Alessandra Ambrosio, Adriana Lima, Karolina Kurkova, Miranda Kerr, Selita Ebanks, Izabel Goulart, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Andi Muise, Candice Swanepoel, Caroline Winberg, Marija Vujovic, Julia Stegner, Jessica Stam, Eugenia Volodina, Inguna Butane, Behati Prinsloo, Lindsay Ellingson, Elise Crombez, Michaela Kocianova, Flavia Oliviera, Oluchi Onweabega, Jessica White, Isabeli Fontana, Marisa Miller, Hana Sokoupova, Noemie Lenoir, Angela Lindvall, Erin Wasson, Morgane Dubled. And the competition winner, of course.

I couldn't believe it when the ginger, American, portly Glazers took over. Manchester United no longer owned by the common man? I was so outraged I almost stopped supporting them, I really did. Then I remembered they were going to play a pre-season friendly against my hometown team in the Malaysian suburbs, which would mean finally seeing John O'Shea in the flesh. So I changed my mind.