#Louis Walsh

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I thought I hated Louis Walsh before. But hearing these clips makes me despise him.

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Sharon Osbourne and Louis Walsh gossip about Simon Cowell on Celebrity Big Brother UK (March 2024). They're talking about Xfactor 2018 when our Louis, Robbie Williams and Ayda Field replaced Sharon, Louis Walsh and Nicole Scherzinger.

[saraloveslove]

Louis Walsh, which is partner in crime with Simon Cowell, faked a plane crash to "promote" (his own words) Boyzone without even telling the families and some people still don't believe they would never fake a parenthood.

Also, here Ronan explains clearly that they made up stories about fake girlfriends all the time. But still the same people do not believe this happens with our boys.

I really cannot understand why people refuse to see what is right in front of their eyes.

The things I wish to happen to Louis Walsh and Simon Cowell cannot be written here, but let's just say that I hope their souls and their bodies will suffer for eternity.

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So I've been thinking about random potential (but unlikely) celebs i like that could do a celebrity traitors season so I'm just gonna share some and whether I think they would be a faithful or a traitor and how they would get on lol...

Sharon Osbourne and Louis Walsh:

Both traitors from the start. But the worst traitors ever because they can't stop giggling and slipping up every 2 seconds. Just not taking anything srsly at all lol. Both get caught and banished at the first round table

Gino D'acampo, Fred Sirieix and Gordon Ramsay:

All faithfuls. Gordon is determined to get gino and fred out every round table just because they piss him off all the time lol. No one dares question Gordon if he's a traitor cause he just tells everyone to fuck off. Straight up. No hesitation. But he later gets recruited as a traitor by dec (see below) and ends up winning the whole damn thing cause no one questions him ever again after the first couple round tables and because he has the best poker face lol. Gino gets murdered nearer to the end and fred gets banished pretty early on

Ant and Dec:

Ant's a faithful but Dec's a traitor and the leader of them, running everything and actually makes a pretty damn good traitor lol. Ant has no clue tho but dec still tries to keep him in as long as possible out of loyalty and they never vote for each other. But just before the end Ant is forced to vote him out with the rest of the faithfuls because he gets caught right at the end and Ant has no choice. Ant makes the final with David but doesn't win (see below)

Stephen Mulhern:

Faithful but the most traitorous faithful there ever was lol. Keeps trying to sabotage missions on purpose and always going after the shields. Doesn't really understand the game in general tho. Talks and acts like a traitor all the damn time. Plants several seeds about everyone (but mainly ant and dec which no one listens to) Just because he wants to be mischievous. Somehow still stays in until the midway point tho until ant and dec finally convince everyone to vote him out with the greatest of pleasure lol. (Everyone believes he's actually faithful for some reason but they get sick of him of just want to get rid of him by the midway point lol)

David Tennant:

The most faithful there ever was. No one ever questions him and he's a bit of a traitor hunter and catches a few throughout the series. Nearly wins the whole thing but falls at the last hurdle because he's tricked by Gordon into believing he's a faithful at the fire ceremony

Simon Cowell:

Faithful but has absolutely 0 interest being there and doesn't even bother trying to find any traitors and is a passenger in the missions. Voted out very early on - which he celebrates quite happily lol

Rylan:

A faithful but is literally just there for the drama of the round table and is quite influential on who should get voted out. Gets murdered halfway through tho

Scarlett Moffatt:

A faithful who is quite good at the missions. Hardly ever gets suspects and plays quite a good game. But is reluctantly murdered three quarters of the way through by dec's suggestion

Feel free to reblog and add you own if you're also a fan of the show and have some thoughts too!! I'd be very interested to see what other people think lol!

[beingbigbrother]

[zot3-flopped]

Louis Walsh is very lucid in his analysis

Louis Walsh is quite astute. He was the one who said in 2015 that all the 1d members thought they'd have huge solo careers but only Harry actually would:

"Too much money, too much success too quickly," he told the Daily Mail. "Simon created monsters and that was it. They all think they're going to be solo stars. They're not. Only Harry. That's it."

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The Spotlight - Chapter 2 (A Gary Barlow FanFiction)

The O2 is a whirlwind of activity, a cacophony of voices, and nervous energy that seems to reverberate through every inch of the cavernous space. As I step through the doors, I'm immediately swept up in the tide of hopeful contestants, each carrying their own unique dreams and aspirations.

The air is thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that crackles like electricity, setting my nerves on edge. I weave my way through the crowd, taking in the diverse array of faces that surround me. Some are wide-eyed and anxious, their expressions a mirror of the butterflies fluttering in my own stomach. Others exude an air of confidence, their posture radiating a quiet assurance that borders on cocky.

As I join the seemingly endless queue, I can't help but feel a twinge of self-doubt creeping in. What am I doing here, surrounded by so much raw talent and ambition? The doubts that have plagued me for so long rear their ugly heads, whispering insidious thoughts of inadequacy and failure.

But just as quickly as those doubts surface, I push them aside, drawing strength from the memory of Emily's unwavering belief in me. This is my chance—my opportunity to step out of the shadows and into the spotlight that I've always craved. I won't let fear or self-doubt hold me back any longer.

As I inch forward in the line, I can't help but overhear snippets of conversation from the contestants around me. Some are discussing their song choices, debating the merits of various artists and genres. Others are exchanging stories of past auditions, regaling each other with tales of triumph and heartbreak.

It's in this swirl of nervous chatter that I catch the eye of a fellow contestant, a young man with a warm, disarming smile that instantly puts me at ease. There's confidence in him, a quiet assurance that seems to radiate from his very being.

"First time auditioning?" he asks, his voice carrying a hint of friendly curiosity.

I nod, offering him a tentative smile. "Is it that obvious?"

He chuckles, a rich, melodic sound that instantly puts me at ease. "Not at all. I just recognize that look in your eyes—a blend of excitement and sheer terror."

Despite my nerves, I can't help but laugh at his candid assessment. "You've got me pegged," I admit, feeling some of the tension in my shoulders begin to dissipate.

"I'm David," he says, extending his hand in a warm gesture of greeting.

"Riley," I reply, grasping his hand and marveling at the firm, reassuring grip.

"Well, Riley, it's a pleasure to meet you," David says, his eyes twinkling with genuine warmth. "And let me be the first to welcome you to the madhouse."

His easy charm and good-natured humor are like a balm for my frayed nerves, and I find myself relaxing into our conversation, the weight of my anxiety lifting ever so slightly.

"So, what brings you to the X-Factor auditions?" David asks, his tone one of genuine interest.

I pause for a moment, considering my answer. How do I encapsulate the complex tapestry of hopes, dreams, and personal struggles that have led me to this pivotal moment? In the end, I settle for a simple truth.

"I guess you could say I'm ready to take a leap of faith," I say, my voice laced with a newfound determination. "This is my chance to pursue my passion and leave the past behind."

David nods, his expression one of understanding and empathy. "I hear that," he says, his voice taking on a more introspective tone. "For me, this audition represents a fresh start, an opportunity to embrace my true calling and share my gift with the world."

As he speaks, I can't help but be drawn in by the sincerity of his words and the depth of emotion that lies just beneath the surface. There's a vulnerability there—a rawness that resonates deep within me.

"I don't know if you've heard, but Gary Barlow is back as a judge this season," David continues.

At the mention of the iconic singer-songwriter, a wave of anxiety washes over me. Gary Barlow, the man whose music has been the soundtrack to my life, is the very embodiment of the dreams and aspirations that have driven me to this moment. And here I am, about to audition for him with one of his own songs.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks, and I can feel the nerves creeping back in, threatening to unravel the fragile sense of calm that David's easy banter had instilled in me.

"Oh, wow," I manage to say, my voice wavering ever so slightly. "That's... that's incredible."

David must sense the shift in my demeanor, for he leans in closer, his expression one of gentle concern. "Everything okay?"

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself against the onslaught of self-doubt that threatens to consume me. "It's just... well, I was planning on singing 'A Million Love Songs' for my audition," I confess, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and trepidation.

David's eyebrows raise in surprise, but there's no judgment in his gaze, only understanding. "That's a bold choice," he says, his tone one of admiration. "Singing one of Gary's iconic songs in front of the man himself? That takes guts."

I can't help but let out a nervous chuckle, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. "Yeah, well, hindsight is twenty-twenty, right?"

But David shakes his head, his expression one of unwavering confidence. "Don't sell yourself short, Riley," he says, his voice carrying a weight of conviction that catches me off guard.

His words, spoken with such earnest belief, strike a chord deep within me. For a fleeting moment, the doubts and insecurities that have plagued me for so long seem to melt away, replaced by a glimmer of hope and self-assurance.

As I stand there, surrounded by the pulsing energy of the audition venue, I can feel a newfound sense of determination taking root. This is my moment, my chance to step into the spotlight and showcase the talent that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

With Emily's and now David's words of encouragement echoing in my mind, I straighten my shoulders and take a deep, steady breath. The nerves are still there, of course, a constant undercurrent of anxiety that threatens to overwhelm me. But beneath that fear lies a wellspring of passion and resilience, a fire that has been stoked by the unwavering support of those who believe in me.

As the line inches forward, bringing me ever closer to the audition room, I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down upon me. But rather than shrinking from the pressure, I embrace it, allowing it to fuel the flames of my determination.

This is my time, my opportunity to step out of the shadows and into the glaring spotlight of my dreams. And as I catch David's eye once more, his warm smile and unwavering belief in me serving as a beacon of encouragement, I know that I'm ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

The audition stage may be a crucible of judgment and scrutiny, but it's also a canvas upon which I can paint the masterpiece of my ambitions. And with each step forward, I can feel the weight of my past slipping away, replaced by a newfound sense of purpose and possibility.

The air backstage is thick with anticipation, a heady blend of nervous energy and palpable excitement that seems to permeate every corner of the dimly lit space. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, the rhythmic thump-thump-thump echoing in my ears like a relentless metronome.

"David Hart!"

The booming voice of the stage manager cuts through the cacophony of whispered conversations and shuffling feet, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. I turn to see David straighten his shoulders, his expression one of steely determination.

He catches my eye, and in that fleeting moment, I can see the fire burning behind his gaze—a fierce resolve tempered by a quiet confidence that is both inspiring and humbling. With a reassuring nod in my direction, he strides towards the stage entrance, his every step exuding a sense of purpose and self-assurance.

As he disappears onto the stage, I can't help but feel a pang of envy mingled with admiration. There's a part of me that longs for that same unwavering belief in oneself, that unshakable conviction that allows one to stride boldly into the unknown without a shred of doubt or hesitation.

Yet, even as those thoughts swirl through my mind, I can feel a glimmer of hope taking root, a tiny ember of possibility that threatens to ignite into a blazing inferno of determination. David's earlier words of encouragement echo in my mind, a gentle reminder that I, too, possess the talent and the passion to make my dreams a reality.

The muffled strains of David's voice filter through to the back stage, carrying a weight of emotion that seems to resonate deep within my very soul. Each note, each carefully crafted phrase, is a testament to his artistry, a tapestry of vulnerability and raw talent that leaves me utterly spellbound.

As I listen, my own nerves seem to fade into the background, replaced by a sense of awe and anticipation. This is it, the moment we've all been waiting for, the opportunity to showcase our passion and dedication to the world.

With bated breath, I lean forward, straining to catch every nuance, every subtle inflection that gives life to David's performance. It's as if I can feel the very essence of his being pouring forth through his voice, a torrent of emotion that threatens to sweep me away in its wake.

And then, just as quickly as it began, the music faded, replaced by a deafening silence that hangs heavy in the air. I find myself holding my breath, waiting with equal parts fear and hope for the judges' good verdict.

David stands back onto the red "X" in the middle of the stage, his face aglow with a radiant smile that seems to light up the entire room. In that moment, I know—he's done it, he's captured the hearts and minds of the judges, and his dream is one step closer to becoming a reality.

"I'm through!" he exclaims, his voice ringing with unbridled joy and triumph. "They loved it!"

A chorus of cheers and congratulations erupts for David. The well-wishes and heartfelt embraces threaten to overwhelm me. But through it all, my gaze remains locked on David, my heart swelling with a sense of pride and admiration that transcends mere words.

In that moment, he is a beacon of hope, a living embodiment of the power of perseverance and unwavering belief in oneself. As I watch him bask in the glow of his hard-earned success, I can feel a fire igniting within me, a burning desire to follow in his footsteps and claim my own piece of the dream.

Before I can even register what's happening, David's arms are around me, enveloping me in a warm, supportive embrace that seems to chase away the last vestiges of doubt and uncertainty. His touch is electric, a tangible reminder of the bond we've forged in these fleeting moments—a connection that transcends the boundaries of mere acquaintanceship.

"You've got this, Riley," he whispers, his voice laced with conviction. "Just go out there and show them what you're made of."

As he pulls back, his eyes meet mine, and in that instant, I can see the depth of his belief in me—an unwavering faith that seems to cut through the layers of self-doubt and insecurity that have plagued me for so long.

"Thank you," I manage to say, my voice thick with emotion.

David simply nods, his smile radiant and infectious. "Make us proud!"

With those parting words echoing in my mind, I turn and make my way towards the stage entrance, each step filled with a newfound sense of purpose and determination. The nerves are still there, of course, a constant undercurrent of anxiety that threatens to overwhelm me at any moment.

But as I step through the curtains and into the glaring spotlight, I can feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, a potent cocktail of excitement and resolve that seems to banish any lingering doubts or fears.

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“Louis Walsh faces backlash on #CelebrityBigBrother for age-related comments about Fern Britton. Incident sparks #RespectInRealityTV conversation. Stay tuned. #CBB #LouisWalsh #FernBritton

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Celebrity Big Brother: Louis Walsh feuds

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Celebrity Big Brother: Louis Walsh feuds

Celebrity Big Brother star Louis Walsh is no stranger to a celebrity feud it seems. Throughout the years, the famously loose-lipped X Factor judge has shared exactly what’s on his mind – and doesn’t care who knows it! A music mogul who’s managed the likes of Boyzone and Girls Aloud, Louis became a household name […]

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Hello there! 🤗

Just dropping in to say that I’m really enjoying your account! 🫶 I’ve recently fled Twitter and find tumblr way more relaxing! 😌

I’ve only been around for two years or so but a long, looooooooong time ago (1999 - 2004) I was a Westlife-fan and met them quite a few times - this also includes Paul Higgins who used to be their tour manager / security back then btw!

After learning about Mark Feehily‘s closeting (or Stephen Gately’s of BOYZONE even earlier!) I’d say it’d be quite narrow-minded to not at least consider Larry to have been a thing… 🙄 As I understand it there were some of the same people behind the scenes involved with all three bands, right? Do you happen to have more information on that?

Martina

Hi, Martina. Congratulations on escaping Twitter. 😂

And yeah, you make a really good point about how many men (especially those in boybands) were closeted pre-One Direction.

But your question about the connection between Westlife, Boyzone, and 1D stumped me. I only know of Louis Walsh being connected to all of them, but not others.

@voxina @hannabec2 @betterstllbemywindingwheel @tommosgun any of you know the answer to this question?

Anyone else?

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ADAMS LAUGH 😭😭😭😭😭❤️

[sunshineandlyrics]

Lance Bass: Nothing like a boyband ponzi scheme to build some character! (28 January 2025)

(Simon Cowell admitted to playing the triangle on some songs just so he would get royalties from it x)

👿 Lou Pearlman, Simon Cowell, Louis Walsh ...

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VEEP (2x05)

Anna Chlumsky as Amy Brookheimer

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Did Kent and Sue ever do it??

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