Celebrity Why Bother
I can’t say I’m not disappointed. I was relying on Celebrity Big Brother to get me through the social vacuum that is January. The speculation prior to the show promised us Lauren Harries, Julie Goodyear and even, be still my beating heart, MARILYN.
Instead we’ve got Sid Snot from Towers of London, H “guess what, I’m a gayer” from Steps and an irritating scouse who shags a footballer. Quite frankly, I feel cheated.
And it’s not just for the sake of my telly watching, I was hoping Lauren’s appearance would sell a few copies of Tranny Hag. I had added her name to my metatags and waited in anticipation of a flurry of interest. But now – nowt.
So for those of you too tight to have bought my magazine (ya bastids), here is my appraisal of Ms Harries.
Lauren Harries - bonkers mad.
While it will offend the delicate sensibilities of some, I think it’s pretty fair to say the story of Lauren Harries runs like a modern day freak show.
Never heard of her? Well, perhaps you’ll remember James Harries, the precocious little brat who appeared on Wogan talking about antiques in the ‘80s? He stunned the nation with his Dickensian appearance, and while he was branded a child genius by the media, most of just wanted to slap him.
James disappeared from our screens for a while, then re-emerged later after a sex change and announced her name was Lauren. From a serious and over confident boy, had grown a curious-looking woman who referred to herself as a dizzy blonde.
You can’t deny the pressures of fame must have caused problems. Children who are shoved into the spotlight at 11 are rarely able to cope. It seemed that by switching gender, Lauren had rid herself of the need to be in control and was allowing herself to be more open. The problem is, she’s just plain weird.
If you’ve seen Keith Allen’s documentary Little Lady Fauntleroy, you’ll have met the rest of Lauren’s family and will know that they’re equally mad. They all claim to be doctors of metaphysics and masters of one thing or another. But they have awarded their qualifications to themselves, or purchased degrees from the internet. The family share an unshakeable belief that they are better than the rest of the planet.
Allen uses ridicule as the narrative to much of his film, but he probes at your inner schoolyard bully, and in the end you just can’t help but laugh. When Lauren talks about being attacked in her garden, you know you should be outraged but you snigger. I heard a story about James being pushed out of the school bus and having to hang on by his fingers. I laughed ‘til there were tears down my face.
She doesn’t help herself with her actions, on TV Lauren will throw her shoes at her host to get attention, and to see the way she flirts with people is vile.
And so I award the following: marks out of ten for entertainment – 10, to further the cause for transsexuals – nil.

7 comments:
Isn't there supposed to be an entire family going in in week two...? Perhaps it's not Jade Goody's raucous mob as some suggest.. it could the Harries Loon Crew!!!! Now THAT would be seriously mental television.
If we all get on our knees and pray to the baby Jesus, maybe He will make it happen.
Julie Goodyear & Marilyn (if he can still string a sentence together) might have been good for a laugh for 5 minutes, I don't think anything will ever top Pete Burns et al last year. And did you clock Davina's dominatrix hairdo?
But Reality TV really is the pits. I'm convinced the only reason that people keep on watching this slop is that there's this hope that the housemates will all either start shagging frantically, or that someone is going to die on screen. They should have capitalised on the impending Jacobean revenge tragedy feel of last year's series, given the household a stache of machetes and kalashnikovs, locked the doors and let them get on with it, then thought of something completely different to do in the new season.
Back to Tranny Hag, I went and saw Paris is Burning this evening,all thanks to your min zine. It was great. I'm still not 100% sure about the lesbian S&M short they had before it.
Gareth - cool! Was that at ICA? I was tempted to go and see it on the big screen myself, then remembered the ICA cinema isn't much bigger than my sitting room
Don - what the fuck are you on about?
Ah-ha... I saw PARIS IS BURNING reviewed on Friday but it didn't say where it was playing and a quick scan of the listings revealed squit all.
I may have to go and look at the vogueing benders as la Coates pulled a right gob on her when I asked to borrow the Digital Versatile Disc.
Don't get me started on CelebBB. How could they get it so ball-grindingly wrong after last year's gloriousness?
They should have knocked it on the head anyway... how can you possibly top the post-modern joy that was a non-celeb winning it by becoming a celebrity because of the show??
I think the lovely Christopher has kind of answered your question. Dawn sweetie.
PIB is on at the ICA, but didn't you catch it at the Scala when it first came out...1990 was it? You are SOOOOO last century.
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