This song (below), I truly believe was written for me; It's on the album Encore and it's called Never Enough. I had it as my entrance music for my charity boxing match against Linsey Dawn Mackenzie. Every single word rings true for me (except the words I've changed to fit my life more appropriately - the ones in pink - bit of fun!). The Christmas mags came out this week and most of them were slating me or just being c*nts; here's a couple I wanna highlight to show you how vile they are:
Firstly, Sneak magazine; they ran a big piece about who was looking good and who was looking bad. Instead of running a recent pic of me (for example the ones from the Help a London Child event I went to - see my galleries) - they run a really old pic of me in the candy bikini and call me 'minging'. No need. Just no need. There have been some lovely pics of me floating around lately. My Beat Bullying Event at Eve club pics, I thought were lovely (they called me minging then as well). Hell, no matter how nice I look in the future, they'll just keeping running every old hideous pic they can find and will call me minging til the day I die.
Secondly, Ok magazine. Lets talk about them. They haven't worked with me for 2 years now. Their choice, not mine. I heard on the grapevine through a few different people that worked at the mag that it was because Jordan The Insecure had had it written into her exclusive contract that she would only work with them if they didn't work with me. Fine. Whatever. Anyway, at the launch of my book, we threw a massive party at Penthouse. We invited all the journalists down and we had paparazzi and other magazine photographers begging to come inside on the night and get exclusive pics. I had a number of faces there, some of those being; obviously myself, Kenzie, Dave Morgan, Pat Sharp, Emma Greenwood, Linsey Dawn MacKenzie, Mark Williams, Charlene Hart, Chris Parker, Dave Courtney, Ricardo, we even had a guy from Home and Away there... etc etc. My mate Jonny was organising the party for me and in the end, he agreed to let Ok mag have the exclusive rights to the party pics. They weren't even paying for them but he thought it would gain us the most publicity for the book; which is ultimately why you throw a book launch party - to get publicity for it and make people aware that it's now out to buy. I didn't know about this until the night, and although was slightly worried that it was OK mag (as they hadn't been particularly good to me), thought nothing of it and did the b*llocks of a set of pics for them. We even posed up with Dave Courtney's real guns and surrounded ourselves with glamour models like something out of a film. The pics were the nuts. We had people stripping off to go in the tanning machines we had provided for the night for fun, and every famous face there posed up for the photographer happily. Cut a long story short, because OK mag had the exclusive rights to the inside pics, none of the other mags ran stories about the party or book as they didn't have any photos and guess what?! OK mag didn't run the spread either!!! They totally sabotaged my book launch and the publicity I could have got from it for the book! The pictures have never been printed to this day and I got zero publicity for the book, f*cking aresholes! Amazing that it still managed to be a best-seller, considering the total and absolute lack of help I've had from everyone - thanks to the true fans who did go out and buy it. You KNOW it's better than Jordan's book anyway, has far greater content and I did write it myself, unlike her. I challenge anyone to read both and prefer hers...... it's not gonna happen. Even she would prefer mine - she hasn't read her own, that's for sure, when questioned once on radio, she didn't know the answer to whether something was in her book or not. Knob. Anyway, I was obviously very hurt at the snub, lack of help and total prickishness from OK and vowed never to work with them again. The pics were only meant for the party pages at the back anyway and they couldn't even give me that half a page to help me out. To add insult to injury, a few weeks ago, they ran a spread on Fenton G's birthday. I know you are all thinking "who?" and you are totally right to think that. Fenton is not famous. I went out with him a few years ago for a couple of months. He's not even anywhere near famous, he's just a regular on the London club circuit. So, why the hell would they run a spread of his birthday pics?! Don't get me wrong, I love Fenton, he's a top bloke. He has a heart of gold and is still a close friend of mine, but he's never even had his pic in a newspaper to my knowledge (I've had over 50 front pages). What is going on?! The point is, I know that anyone who read Ok that week, who actually bothered to look at those party pages, would have gone "Who's this bloke? No idea!". It's almost comical that they could run that and not run my party. I've gotta see the funny side in it cos I'll slit my wrists if I don't!
Now you know the history of OK and me...... This is what they did this week: remember from a few blogs ago, I went to my mate Nick's Stroke Association party? Well, so did a few other faces (Steve Brookstein and the likes). Out of all the people there, I was probably the most well known (or certainly most written about) and I was the ONLY ONE who got up off my arse and donated something for the auction. If you remember, I donated two tickets to my birthday party. They sold for £1000!!!! I was over the moon, so were the Stroke Association, so was Nick and so was the guy that bought the tickets (he did come to the party by the way and loved it). OK mag this week have printed all the pics of the half-famous faces at the event and NOT printed one of me OR mentioned that I raised a grand on the night, as opposed to everyone else, who raised nothing and yet they have made them look like saints for just bothering to turn up at the event. Filth, filth, filth. Now you can understand why sometimes I get so bitter and twisted. No matter what I do (and don't get me wrong, I didn't do that to look good, I did it because I genuinely wanted to help), they will never let people see the real me OR see any good in me, They will forget to mention anything good I do and will flaunt the times I look terrible or have been out partying. They won't ever let people see what really goes on (that half those celebs that night only turned up to get their pic in OK, not one of them donated anything and most left after half and hour to go to a better and more fun party, while I hesitantly posed for pics for them (as I wasn't there to be noticed but felt I had to pose for pics to support Nick and the cause), I raised a grand and I stayed for the whole night to support the charity and my mate, even though I had other places to go). They are vile. More vile than anything I've ever known, More vile than Fran's limp c*ck after he'd drunk two bottles of JD and more vile than a certain famous glamour model pissing in a jug of orange juice in the middle of China Whites and then making some unsuspecting famous guy drink it (I witnessed it with my own eyes folks).
Anyway, read on, get the song and listen to it. It's the nuts. I love it so mush it hurts. To anyone who has ever slated me or tried to make me look fake, this is for you, enjoy, absorb and weep cos it's beautiful and true (unlike you)...............
There's not mush you can do or say to phase me, People think I'm a little bit crazy, I get it from all angles; Even occasionally School Teach see, will have to step in every once in a while to save me, To make me stop and think about it, before I just say things, Sometimes I forget what other people just may think. A lot of wankers probably wouldn't know how to take me. If they heard some shit I laid to blog before they erased me. I may be a little too fast paced and racy. Sometimes I have an assistant who rewinds and plays me twenty times. Cos I say so many rhymes, it may seem, like I'm going too fast cos my mind is racing. And I can't give a f*ck what category you place me, as long as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone...... As long as you place me amongst one of them greats, when I hit the Heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Pammie, For every single die-hard fan who embraced me, I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me, I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me, believe it or not I thank my mum for she raised me. In a neighbourhood daily that jumped and chased me. It only made me what I am today, see, regardless of what anyone believes who hates me, You ain't gonna make or break me, try to strip me of my credibility and make me look fake Sneak, you're only gonna be in for a rude awakening. Cos sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me, And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to me, you had all this time to think about it, now don't pussy out and try to about, face me! Cos I been patiently waiting for the day that we finally meet in the same place to see
No matter how many battles I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many critics I eat up
OOOOOH!
It's never enough.........
(Copyright Marshall Mathers)
I might still get upset when you call me minging, ugly, trampy, trashy, a slapper, a slag, pointless, or when you never show anyone the good I do etc; but I'll keep coming back for more til the day I die. You will not break me, you will not strip me of my credibility (Lord knows you've tried), I am a best-selling author and ambassador to seven charities and you CANNOT take that away from me, no matter what you say or do, so screw you........
Merry Christmas everyone, don't give up on your dreams J
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