IN A BIT OF A BINGLE.

There are just some things I will never understand.

For one:

I will never understand the admiring another human being for looks, money, fame or how many instagrams they post daily.

I dont care how many people think they are cool.

I just cant find an idol in these types of people.

We are talking D grade Australian celebrities with nothing more than a cheap reality dancing show under their belts and a cool haircut.

I have strong belief that Lara Bingle is actually a puppet.

Like an actual muppet, designed in Mark Holden's lair of young talented Australians.

She is on Dancing with the Stars Australia.

Heavy.

At least she has Mark Occalupo (or however you spell it- Im sure he doesnt even remember anymore) as an understudy.

I have a deep seated disdain for those people who have become famous for nothing other than the hair on their head and a pout that is protruding below some fierce cheekbones.

The TV hosts who know nothing and remain that way.

They dont realise they have a tiny little timer on their heads, and when that bell tolls- holy shit.

There will be nothing left of them, just another Kerry Anne wannabe slumming it outside Channel 9 studios.

Sorry, but Jamie Packer wont even want a head job off ya by the time that rolls around.

It's irritating and annoying to see these celebrities such as your Brian Mcfadden who needed a three person entourage at a Mark Ronson concert at the Enmore because Im sure all the adoring fans will shit themselves.

Put it this way:

IM PRETTY SURE IF THE AUSTRALIAN PUBLIC IS AT A MARK RONSON CONCERT, THEY WONT GIVE A FUCK IF YOU ARE THERE MR. MCFADDEN. RELAX.

You will still get invited to the Arias and the Logies and rock up in your Alex Perry gowns and your half faux american accents (because you just spent a week snorting coke at Sophie Monk's backpacker hostel share room in LA).

You are not doing Australians any favours with your vapid attitudes and "hot bodies" that got you into this position in the first place.

Just remember that.

I would like to see some substance within the Australian media, as I am as sick of this waste of space known as 'TV hosts' and 'Tourism Ambassadors' as the Darlinghurst Police are sick of seeing Todd Mckenney naked in a park with a bag of fish in his fist.

I just have one question:

decent role models, interesting people and real artistic flair:

"WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?"