Wednesday, 12 December 2007

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Michael Buble's booty call

Now ain't THAT a kick in the head?

In a recent issue of Now I admitted the celebrity I most wanted to swap places with was Michael Bublé's fiancée, Devil Wears Prada actress Emily Blunt, so I could come home from a hard day at Now HQ to be serenaded with It Had To Be You on a baby grand.

Think it's time to revise my opinion, following a conversation with my darling friend Claudio in Rome which went a bit like this:

'What do you mean you haven't seen the naked pictures of Michael Bublé?'

Tiffany Bromley - who apparently wants the world to know she's Bublé's booty call - claims to have been bedding the crooner from Vancouver behind Blunt's back, sold her story to Canadian scandal rag The Globe, and even stole some stripped-down snaps of him in the sack after the, um, event.

What kind of girl would actually take naked photos of her paramour while he's asleep? It doesn't matter who you're sleeping with or how many records they've shifted, you just can't do that! It's like the News Of The World footage of my celebrity friend Sophie Anderton. Totally crossing the line.

Don't get me wrong, I'm all in favour of creative arts in the bedroom in an emotionally secure place with the consent of both parties, but I'm almost as disappointed with her behaviour as I am with the sight of a naked Michael Bublé.

Luckily, Claudio was close by to restore my faith in humanity and put the situation into perspective:

'Come on, Alicioni, you can't be THAT disappointed with Bublé's naked pics: he normally looks like a huge potato in a suit. Without his suit, he just looks like a huge potato.

'And I kind of prefer him naked and sleeping, instead of looking like a huge potato in a suit desperately trying to look like Frank Sinatra!'

I'm still laughing so much I can't breathe!


Planet Fashionistas who are over 18 can see the naked Michael Bublé photos here>>

(And Carla, Bonnie will have a go at me if her little sister looks at these, so you're not allowed either! Mariasole, the same goes for you!):