Eat A Peaches

[Before you get underway, i owe an apology to Rodney of Fernby films. This guy was nice enough to suscribe to my posts, friend me on Facebook and give me a nice link on his Blogroll page (scroll down on the right sidebar to see my smiling mug). To thank him, i linked the wrong address in my post. Sorry, brother! For those of you interested in a great movie review page, check out: http://www.fernbyfilms.com/.]

From the juiced-box and dedicated to Peaches Geldof: The Allman Brother’s Band – Melissa

[Press ‘Play’ for Sweet Melissa and a free drink to the first person (other than Miss Demeanor) who can find the link between the song and the post.]

As i previewed on my Facebook page [and a special shout out to Rodney who braved banishment by his buds by becoming one of my only friends—he’s courageous enough, aren’t you?] i want to pour you a drink and talk about Peaches Geldof.

Daughter of a Knight (her father Bob is Sir Bob Geldof), lingerie model and 24-hour party person, Peaches Geldof made the news last weekend when “one-night can’t stand” photos made their way onto the Net along with a heroin fueled sexcapade recounted by some guy who will never become a Knight.

The reason all this has made it’s way into The Bar None was this statement by her lawyers:

The allegations that our client was carrying and injecting heroin are denied, our client having consumed alcohol with the other individual leading to the ‘highs’ described and portrayed in the photographs. The evident unreliability of the source emerges from the also fictitious description of their trip to a Scientology center . . . Nobody who is not a member of that organization is permitted into such buildings.

Did you catch that? “…our client having consumed alcohol with the other individual leading to the ‘highs’ described and portrayed in the photographs.” This, Beerthers and Schlitzsters, is the Booze Defense. And i believe her. And not just because i want to; i also have proof.

Check Out The Floor, Peeps

Two Fisted

Peaches At The Bar None---Looks More like Booze Bloat Than Heroin Chic To Me

The bottom line to all this is: Alcohol has led all of us into nights we’d like to take back. Fortunately, only very few amongst us have lost our lingerie modelling contracts over it, and isn’t that the most important?

There’s nothing but pictures after this, babes. Whatever you do, don’t feel obligated to scroll through them.

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