One of the more embarrassing things that I have to admit to (and that's saying a lot) is that I have seen James Blunt in concert. Not just once, people. Twice. And was in the vicinity of his concert at Coachella. Mind you, I was sitting under the tent next to his tent and making fun of all the people who were crammed in there to sing "You're Beautiful". In my defense, I went to see The Blunt in SF because Boy Least Likely To opened for him (yes, I'm THAT twee). And not even The Blunt will stop me from getting my BLLT fix.
Where was I? Ah yes.
So apparently The Blunt, who has the retarded habit of hooking up with hot women, really wants to meet our Baby E. So much so that he specifically requested/asked/put on his rider that she attend his concert in Belgrade on February 23rd.
No, dude. Just...no. Leave her alone. Why am I so infuriated by this? Because you know she would TOTALLY melt if he crooned that stupid ass song to her. I bet you he speaks some Serbian too, what with his time in Kosovo and all (though he's going to have do a hell of a lot of convincing seeing as how he was there doing recon on Serbian targets for the NATO bombing campaign -- though, if you thought people were pissed at her dating a Spanish dude, imagine the uproar if she actually were to date this guy). Oh yeah, he lives in Ibiza, which ain't all that far from Mallorca. Damn you, Blunt! Well played.
Then again, what am I really worried about? He is neither tanned, swarthy, or Spanish. So good luck, weird looking, pasty, almost 15 years older than her wee English dude.