Yes, But What Did Kylie Eat While She Was On Greville St?
Posted by Jess McGuire at 2:10 PM on January 10, 2008
Yesterday our soulmates at Confidential reported Kylie Minogue had been spotted out and about in Melbourne, enjoying dinner with at a restaurant on Monday night, and bonding with a chum at a cafe on Greville St.
Kylie was spied yesterday having a drink with a blonde girlfriend at Greville St cafe On The Corner.
Our spy said the pop pixie was wearing celebrity standard-issue big black sunglasses, khaki pants, a purple T-shirt and a yellow headscarf.
Earlier, she had lunch at Candy Bar in the same area.
"She was looking fabulous, beautiful blonde hair and looking very relaxed," our spy said.
Well, our source actually served Ms Minogue and immediately texted us (prefacing his revelation with the kind words "You're the only homo in my phone that I thought might be vaguely interested. Go figure.") to inform us of this fact. When pressed for information, he revealed the following.
"She had a skinny latte with "not too much milk" and blue berry pancakes. Looked old and very blonde. I'd do her... but that's not saying much."
Indeed it isn't, friend. As for looking old, well - she IS pushing forty, god love her! We still think Kyles appears fab and not at all like a bad version of Dannii who resembles a bad version of a young Kylie and now we know how to fix her coffee should we ever, you know, run into her and she declares she's in desperate need for a caffeine fix.
If you spy a celebrity - no matter what grade, A is great but Z suits us just fine - feel free to inform us by emailing us. We suppose you could text us like our mate Ryan did, but this would involve you knowing our mobile number. Which you probably don't.




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