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George, the killer

Pop star GEORGE MICHAEL will turn murderer and kill off the main character in the festive edition of a popular British comedy series. The former Wham! frontman will make a cameo appearance in the Catherine Tate Show at Christmas (07). And the singer is reportedly responsible for killing off popular character Lauren Cooper. A source tells British newspaper, The Daily Mirror, “(Comedienne) Catherine thinks it’s time to kill her off and she’ll be going in spectacular style.” A show spokesman confirmed the star had filmed scenes for the Christmas special. James Bond actor Daniel Craig and former British Prime Minister Tony Blair have previously made cameo appearances on the BBC show.

Am I bovvered?

An old-ish thing: For entertainment purposes

Celebrity Strife-Strop

Chris Evans has interviewed George Michael about his upcoming Wembley concerts, but the feature, due to be shown on Channel 4 this Saturday, was nearly pulled from the schedules after George had a major hissy fit.

The Greek prima donna was worried that the promotional trailers looked ‘cheap and old’, conveniently forgetting the fact that they largely featured footage of himself, looking cheap and old. Cue George screaming, ‘If they don’t remake the promos, they’re not coming in to film me!’ Unfortunately the broadcaster didn’t call his bluff and has begun new promos at outrageous expense.

(George is proud of the fact that he will be the first performer to sing live at the new Wembley, but late in the day he realised that if he had any support acts then they would take the honour away from him. Cue the sacking of support bands and the installation of a DJ instead, placating his massive ego).

And on the subject of massive egos, say hello to Peter Kay, the nation’s favourite pointer-out of the fucking obvious.

Rather than be delighted by the fact that Channel 4 (it’s not the luckiest of broadcasters, is it?) had dedicated a whole night to his rapidly-ageing and largely purloined act, he demanded that his dreadful cover of The Proclaimers’ ‘500 Garlic Breads’ kick off proceedings, or he’d haul his sweaty arse and programmes away from the channel that gave him his big break in the first place.

Let’s hope he doesn’t have access to t’internet, eh?