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| Belinda Luscombie : At the time of your rupture with
Bilie Idol in 1999, you have remained silent towards the media. What
is it that incites you to speak about it today ? Céline : I wish to clear up a few things about myself. At the time, Bilie tarnished my reputation and I preferred to remain quiet. I did not have the strength to justify myself back then. I was deeply in love with him, you see. |
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Luscombie : How did this story begin ? C : We met at the Caiman Islands, during a private concert of The Slits. We were both on a little vacation. Bilie approached me at the bar, as I was ordering a dry martini, shaken not stirred. He told me that I should rather have a “Sex on the beach”. I answered that this type of questionable humor was the demonstration of rather bad taste. He laughed and said: “I’m sorry, your Honor.” This is what attracted me at the time, his impertinence and his adolescence. I had found in him, my absolute opposite, and we were completing each other. Luscombie : Was Bilie the ideal man for you ? C : Ideal ? … I would not go that far. He had his imperfections like I have mine, but we made a couple that left its mark wherever we went. We were really clashing together but we had our happy days, I guess. Luscombie : How long did it last ? C : Less than five months. But they were the most intense five months of my life. |
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| Luscombie : In what way ? C : Well, not every man insults its partner or slaps her in the face with an imaginary pink cucumber on a daily basis. Our relationship was a very stormy one. Luscombie : Can you tell me what has provoked the rupture, exactly ? C : We were on a cruise, on my ship, the Love Boat II. We were fighting about a painting by Damien Hirstt that was hung above the bar. We were not very sober and suddenly, Bilie jumped across the bar and grabbed the ice pick with which he literally slaughtered the painting. I was furious. Then he decided to assassinate my favorite parrot (the parrot’s cage was beside the bar – never again, to this very day, have I been able to eat parrot) and as he transfixed the parrot’s heart with the ice pick, he told me the news that everyone knew besides me : that he had an affair with Lisa Marie Presley. I was prostrated. I told him something like : “ This is too much for me, it’s over between us.” Then, he told me that I was a bitch – how vulgar. As he was plucking off the feathers on the parrot’s cadaver, he grabbed his cell phone and asked the girls at Virgin’s to send him a helicopter. We were right in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. |
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Luscombie : And then ? C : After I ripped apart his atrocious Hawaiian shirt, telling him how much I hated him as I was pulling every one of his eyelashes off him, I left and I went into my room with grace and dignity.
Translation : Eric La Terreur |
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