Someone in London has acted out one of my fantasies (via IMDb):
Pop star Justin Timberlake was punched in the face by a fan as he walked into his end-of-tour party in London on Sunday. The hunky American singer was reportedly hit as he entered the Rex Club in Soho following the last date in his British tour, so he refused to come out and meet his many female fans waiting outside the venue for fear he would again be assaulted.
I guess Timberlake's off the list. Fortunately, my personal file of celebrities that need to make an appointment with Mr. Fist is about as thick as the Book of Kells.
Inside the venue Justin told reporters, "It is just crazy over here in Britain, I f***ing hate coming over here."
I find this an odd remark, since Timberlake's brand of candy-ass hip-hop easy listening is virtually indistinguishable from much of the forgettable Britpop garbage they seem to like over there.
I just became even more of an anglophile! (Britophile?)
I can't believe he didn't bust out some of his crazy NBA moves to evade his attacker. JT's got Mad Ballin' Skillz [tm].
Maybe the punch will have inflicted a Tomjanovich-style facial separation that will force his retirement from the music business. He can return home to coach the Orlando Magic.
"candy-ass hip-hop easy listening."
Sir, the putrid (quote, unquote) musical phenomenon has never been described more aptly.