Sarah Burge Celebrity
The first thing you need to know about me is that my life has been like a game of poker and (more times than most) not always turning the winning card!
My life’s not always been Glitz and Glamour, and I’m not the spoilt little madam that people seem to think….
Over the years Ive been called, Ugly, Vein, thick, stupid, a whore, slut, bitch, freak, the most horrid of names, that I’m addicted to plastic surgery and sex, been accused of squandering my childrens inheritence, and my mothering skills questioned…
Ive been interigated, slatted, trashed, accused and stalked simply because people only see what they want to see….
To be honest I’m not entirely sure about all this celebrity thingy as I’m pushed to limit over and over again from the barrage of sensational press that I come up against, you see I never asked for all of this I just simply turned a bad situation into a very strong brand.
Any thoughts of becoming famous couldn’t have been further from my mind after all these were the aspirations of a innocent young girl that were long gone, that died on the stage in theatre school along with her dreams that definatly had no chance of resurecting now at the ripe old age of 45…….
The phone’s been ringing of the hook for weeks; I’m too scared to answer in case it’s another journalist clamboring for my story:My God! Will they ever let up?
My defence lawyer said in all his years he has never seen such mass media attention even for the most hardened of crimminals.
I really have no idea what all the fuss in about! “She’s more plastic than Barbie” there saying, “the 100K real life Barbie”, the woman that defrauded the council in her quest to have a botton like Kylie, this woman must have body dismorphia, what a nut… I was everywhere TV, news broadcast, radio, they were even chaseing me down the street.I know Ive been nipped tucked and sucked, a little more than most perhaps but does it really warrant this ongoing quest of what I consider to be a witch hunt, anyone would think I have brought the council to finacial ruin a bit like the Bearings bank………..
Anyone with half a brain would realise there was more to this story than meets the eye after all were only talking £1,700 not telephone numbers which isn’t even enough to buy you a few sessions of Botox let alone a new bum LOL
Branded the real life Barbie; Our destiny is decided by opportunties taken or opportunities lost….
I took them and decided to turn media propaganda on its head, I changed my name, married my childhood sweetheart became a Harley Street consultant, and for the last 6 years played out the game well, becoming a media motormouth building an international profile and a fabulous career opening the door to a world of opportunities that I would have never dreamed possible.
My Jekyll and Hyde life style remains a Constance source of media and public interest and my colourful past has remained a mystery until now. I tell it how it is, “this is it” and how lucky I am to be here telling the tale of: lost innocence and how I survived a turbulent, exciting, dangerous, funny, filthy life and how I lost everything and at times my sanity, and how being addicted to dangerous men, and the power of money and sex, can almost kill you.
This is my account of my war with the miror, the dark side of fame and how on many occasions I pulled the short straw in life which by a strange quik of fate finally led me from the desk to the press! But deep down I’m still that happy go lucky girl that loves too much of a good thing, I simply blagged and bluffed my way through life and simply wasn’t preppared to give in “I did it my way”.
