I always enjoy stories about the ridiculous demands of celebrities. It makes me feel a lot more grounded – by comparison – when I insist that no sweet food can touch salty food on my plate. I’m always amazed that celebs have the gall to bother people with their weird issues. I’m an overly-considerate person. I will walk over to the next aisle and double back so as not to ask you to move. Even if I were famous, I doubt I’d have the self-confidence to actually insist that none of my sweets touch my salties. It’s just too embarrassing, and I couldn’t be THAT kind of person. But apparently celebs don’t care what anyone else thinks. They’re going to insist upon their crazy demands without the slightest hint of shame.
A few examples, if I may:
Cristal champagne. One box of bendy straws. One special attendant to dispose of used chewing gum. Tea service for eight. A Honey Bear pack of honey. Two air purifiers. Puppy. Kittens.
HP sauce. Shepherd’s pie. Paintbrushes. Snooker table. TV (capable of showing cricket matches). Toilet (on wheels).
Air-conditioning always on full. Haribo gummi bears. Doritos. Microwave popcorn. Bottle of Absinthe. A bald hooker with no teeth.
A physician. All food to be covered in clear plastic wrap.
Mayonnaise. Grey Poupon Dijon mustard. Creamy peanut butter. A 12ft-long boa constrictor. A sub-machine gun. Local Alcoholics’ Anonymous meeting schedules.
Life-size cut-out of David Hasselhoff.
Chaise longue. Ten black roses. Marmite. Male catering staff.
Pepsi products only. Honey Nut Cheerios. Ginger root. A two-man love seat. 78F in dressing room. Toilet scrubbed with disinfectant. No sweets, chocolate or crisps in dressing room.
Rose petals in toilet.
White flowers. White tablecloths. White curtains. White candles. White couches. Lowwatt lightbulbs. Coffee to be stirred counter-clockwise. Skittles.
204 towels. 20 bars of soap. Two bottles of Hennessy cognac. Two bottles of Santa Margherita Pinot Grigio. Two bottles of Veuve Clicquot. A bottle of Dom Perignon. Grey Goose vodka. Boom box. Bouquet of white flowers. Cheddar cheese and sour-cream chips. Sweet Tarts. A $300,000 bullet-proof Maybach.
[From the Daily Mail]
I believe that these are several of the very same celebs that brag about “keeping it real.” Don’t forget, despite the all-white decor and counter-clockwise coffee, J-Lo is still Jenny from the block. My biggest question (even bigger than the bald toothless hooker) is about Barbara Streisand’s rose petal-filled toilet. Do you think she requires the toilet to be refilled after she uses it? What if she does some business, flushes, then does some different business? Does an attendant need to come in on petal duty? God I want to be rich.