Melissa George is no Angel

 

Home and Away actress Melissa George has never heard of the expression, “you can run but you can’t hide.” She has been reminded of her Summer Bay past twice in the space of a few days and abruptly brought the interviews to a close both times.

The first instance happened when Melissa George spoke to Christine Sams, entertainment writer for Sydney’s Sun-Herald, when the subject of her former life came up.

“I don’t need credibility from my country any more, I just need them all to be quiet,” the Supernanny said.

“If they have nothing intelligent to say, please don’t speak to me any more. I’d rather be having a croissant and a little espresso in Paris or walking my French bulldog in New York City” instead of having a vanilla slice at Summer Bay High’s canteen, one assumes.

“I’ve got to be honest. I’m not going to be a good Aussie any more. I’m going to speak out. I’ve just had it. It’s disgusting.”

Victoria’s Secret: Candace Swanepoel and the big eating disorder lie

The Victoria’s Secret annual fashion show is quite possibly the biggest televised event of its kind in the world. The lingerie showcase is broadcast to millions all over the world and is watched by arguably millions more on the web.

As well as the glitter, trademark wings, one inevitable supermodel bouncing back after popping out a kid, showing off her post-baby bod in all its toned glory and special musical guest to mix things up a bit – this year being renowned pothead Rihanna – the Victoria’s Secret fashion shows are also characterised by “candid” shots of the supermodels being tweeted and then retweeted with a vengeance where they are shown being caught “off-guard” and always having “fun” before the show.

Of particular note this year was a pic South African stunner Candice Swanepoel who uploaded a pic on Instagram showing her ruthlessly defined, concave abs.

Hen's nights: The death of gay clubbing?

Hen’s nights are often cited as the beginning of the end. A rite of passage for many women about to be taken up the aisle, these parties signal the end of uncertainty, the end of one night stands, the end of awful dinners with men you can’t stand, and the end of dating. The other side of the coin is that hen’s nights also mark the end of casual flings, holiday romances, and not knowing who you may meet during a night out.

For many men who prefer the company of men, hen’s nights also mark the death of clubbing.