Poor Victoria Beckham must be able to make a diamond from clenching her butthole so hard while denying that the Spice Girls are reuniting for a tour, but maybe she was right after all! Reports from Mel B indicate the group is getting back together to possibly perform…as wedding entertainment for Prince Harry and Meghan Markle’s wedding before they hit the road on that U.K./U.S. tour.
TMZ says Mel was on The Real today, and who would have figured that panel would snatch away the hard-hitting journalism torch from the likes of Christiane Amanpour? Mel was asked if she was heading to the royal wedding, and she said that all five of the Spices got the invite. Then, someone asked if they would be performing at the reception, and she didn’t say no. See below for yourself:
For someone who is performing inches away from Queen Elizabeth II, Mel sure doesn’t look happy about it! Granted, I’m sure none of the royal family is feeling it either. First, commoner Kate sticks them with Ellie Goulding, and now Meghan is going to try and zig-a-zig-ah in front of the oil painting of Queen Victoria! However, Mel’s look is particularly dour. In fact, I haven’t seen a defeated look like that since when I would wear my mom down in agreeing to go into the ball pit with me at the McDonald’s Play Place. Someone who might have a genuine reason for a sourpuss like Mel’s is Elton John. The Daily Mail claims Elton is that desperate friend who would probably sell a child up the river just to gain access to the wedding. He reportedly has canceled two Las Vegas concerts that would conflict with the wedding just to make himself available – even though he hasn’t been invited yet.
The reunion plans are apparently already the source of ire, as people have different ideas on where the priorities should be. Ginger Spice thinks it should focus on being British, Scary likely won’t remember what work is like if it doesn’t involve judging bad singers from Kansas, and Posh fever-dreamed signing a tour contract, so she is going to break out into hives the first time she sees middle-aged Baby saunter out in platform patent leather boots. In short, 2018 is just as much of a clusterfuck as 1998!