The Bearded Ladies have been waggling their wicked tongues again

Tucked away from the Festival crowds in a posh tea-room in the Capital, the Bearded Ladies meet to swap the latest rumours and loose-talk. The Festival with all its salubrious scandal and controversy has started the ladies’ tongues wagging.

Tantrums and divas
Spiegel Garden Diva, Camille O'Sullivan, was caught having a hissy fit the other day inside the Spiegeltent, we Ladies heard on the grapevine. The Celtic firebrand, reknowned for her sizeable showbiz temper, was using language that would have make any well-bred chantuese turn scarlet. What would her parents think! Well, actually we heard that the reason for her theatrical explosion was because her father, who had come over from Ireland to see his star daughter, was driving her barmy. Her old man's delight at all the complimentary booze he could get his hands on was driving the Diva to distraction. Nothing wrong with a little afternoon beverage, Camille. And, as we Ladies are known for slipping the odd double gin into our afteroon tea cups, our Camille should learn some respect for her elders.

Lightning does strike twice
C Soco, the late-night venue on the site of the fomer Gilded balloon, is doing a roaring trade in champagne and oysters this year. Yet behind the glamorous facade, we hear the venue is proving a notorious site of mishaps. Acts performing here have been let down by dodgy electrics which have scuppered more than a few live performances. The Gilded Balloon was of course burnt to the ground in 2001. The site's electrics was the cause. (Original rumours that its director Karen Koren had left her portable deep-fat fryer on were quickly quoshed.) It is with a chill running down our very spines that we can reveal that a dodgy electrics box that is causing all the problems at the C Soco this year, is the very same box that shorted, burning the Gilded Balloon to a crisp those many years ago. Shiver!

Visa Johnny Vegas
One of Curiofestival's reporters spotted Johnny Vegas out in town this week. The over-sized comedian-cum-actor was at a hole-in-the-wall cash dispenser when our intrepid hack approached him. When asked how he was enjoying the Festival, Johnny got all nervous and started hiding his fingers from imagined prying eyes as he inputted his secret four digit code. The cheeky scribe asked the comic great if his code was 1-2-3-4 to make things easier on the notorious boozer's oft troubled mind. Johnny was not amused.

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