Here's something you might be interested in.
I was up in L.A. partying with Tom Jones for a few days, so I missed a blog. If you think I'm lying, ask my mom. There was a point around 11:00 p.m. yesterday I handed my cell phone to him and asked if he'd call her. She had seen him in Vegas a few months ago and loved it.
I told him she wasn't expecting the call so he'd know she might flip out or something. He was kind of excited about it, which was really cool. You have to think stars get this kind of thing all the time.
There were a few people standing around, waiting to have photos taken of him. He asked my mothers name and after I told him he said, "Hello, Judi? Hi, it's Tom. I'm just having a drink with your son."
I asked my mom later what she said. She told me she didn't know who "Tom" was and that his accent was a bit thick, so she said, "Uh, okay." Jones then said a few other things before handing the phone back to me. I said, "Mom, that was Tom Jones." Of course, then she was excited, but it was too late.
An attractive woman was then talking to him. He was sweet as he held her hand, thanked her for her kind words, and moved on. I had read in a magazine earlier that Elvira, the Mistress of the Dark, lost her virginity to him at age 22 (before she was famous).
I then started thinking about famous people, and all the women they meet (that aren't over the phone).
A few days ago, Rikki Rockett (do you think that's his real name?), the drummer for Poison, had rape charges dropped against him. It was determined that he wasn't even in Mississippi when the crime occured. Authorities are now looking for a man that has a history of passing himself off as the musician (I use that last word loosely).
The crazy thing was, Rockett was with his fiancee as she was trying on wedding dresses (he told the Associated Press that). The police arrested him at the airport when he returned from a concert in New Zealand. Imagine being a fiancee and hearing charges like that.
What I want to know is...why don't the police have better procedures in place for allegations?
Here in San Diego, there was a Ricky Martin lookalike that raped women and was arrested. And, a Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) impersonator that went home with a waitress (and autographed a guitar the restaurant put on their wall briefly).
If a guy is going to claim to be somebody famous and they committ a crime, does that give the police the right to just arrest said celebrity? Because, once their name is cleared, that story doesn't make the front page. It's a small paragraph buried in the back. Or, even if it is the front page, who knows what you remember a few years down the road. You might just remember their name and associate it with the word "rape."
I blogged about Jesse Jackson a few days ago. He supported the stripper that accused the Duke lacrosse team of rape. She turned out to have lied. And, he never mentioned the case again. Her name hasn't even been released.
Why he hasn't called for protests and arrestes of her for filing a false police report, wasting money and time, ruining lives... I'll never know.
Oh wait, I think I do know.
I was up in L.A. partying with Tom Jones for a few days, so I missed a blog. If you think I'm lying, ask my mom. There was a point around 11:00 p.m. yesterday I handed my cell phone to him and asked if he'd call her. She had seen him in Vegas a few months ago and loved it.
I told him she wasn't expecting the call so he'd know she might flip out or something. He was kind of excited about it, which was really cool. You have to think stars get this kind of thing all the time.
There were a few people standing around, waiting to have photos taken of him. He asked my mothers name and after I told him he said, "Hello, Judi? Hi, it's Tom. I'm just having a drink with your son."
I asked my mom later what she said. She told me she didn't know who "Tom" was and that his accent was a bit thick, so she said, "Uh, okay." Jones then said a few other things before handing the phone back to me. I said, "Mom, that was Tom Jones." Of course, then she was excited, but it was too late.
An attractive woman was then talking to him. He was sweet as he held her hand, thanked her for her kind words, and moved on. I had read in a magazine earlier that Elvira, the Mistress of the Dark, lost her virginity to him at age 22 (before she was famous).
I then started thinking about famous people, and all the women they meet (that aren't over the phone).
A few days ago, Rikki Rockett (do you think that's his real name?), the drummer for Poison, had rape charges dropped against him. It was determined that he wasn't even in Mississippi when the crime occured. Authorities are now looking for a man that has a history of passing himself off as the musician (I use that last word loosely).
The crazy thing was, Rockett was with his fiancee as she was trying on wedding dresses (he told the Associated Press that). The police arrested him at the airport when he returned from a concert in New Zealand. Imagine being a fiancee and hearing charges like that.
What I want to know is...why don't the police have better procedures in place for allegations?
Here in San Diego, there was a Ricky Martin lookalike that raped women and was arrested. And, a Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) impersonator that went home with a waitress (and autographed a guitar the restaurant put on their wall briefly).
If a guy is going to claim to be somebody famous and they committ a crime, does that give the police the right to just arrest said celebrity? Because, once their name is cleared, that story doesn't make the front page. It's a small paragraph buried in the back. Or, even if it is the front page, who knows what you remember a few years down the road. You might just remember their name and associate it with the word "rape."
I blogged about Jesse Jackson a few days ago. He supported the stripper that accused the Duke lacrosse team of rape. She turned out to have lied. And, he never mentioned the case again. Her name hasn't even been released.
Why he hasn't called for protests and arrestes of her for filing a false police report, wasting money and time, ruining lives... I'll never know.
Oh wait, I think I do know.