Image Makeover Makes Him Look – Worse!

Liz Hurley was the long time lover of Brit actor Hugh Grant. She first came to tabloid fame when she took full advantage of a major photo opportunity, the premiere of his best known film, Four Weddings and a Funeral.

She wore a deep plunged Versace dress that was more or less open at the sides – but held together by four king sized, gold safety pins.

It would not be an exaggeration to say she stole the show, no one was looking at Grant, who was supposed to be the star - least of all the paparazzi.

The night established Hurley as a tabloid favourite, although a strictly upmarket one.

Hurley has the kind of establishment accent that makes the Queen sound common and is the product the English finishing school production line that turns out acceptable wives for the aristocracy and Russian oligarchs.

But she worked her tabloid image hard, became a minor celebrity and tried to make it in films. But unfortunately Hurley is a rotten actor. She worked with Grant as a partner in a production company but finally ditched him and landed her rich husband, Arun Nayar. He is an Indian business tycoon and they were together for four years.

Enter Shane the Aussie

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Now her husband has been given the elbow – and she is with the top Australian cricketer and notorious philanderer – Shane Warne. He has retired from the game but is still a tabloid favourite, mainly because of the women he meets and leaves. The Hurley and Warne double act is born and nourished by the age of the Tweet and Twitter. They Twitter each other to death when they are apart and of course it all makes the tabloids. Which is the idea of course. Keeps their celebrity brands ticking over nicely.

But now Hurley has gone a stage further and arranged a complete makeover for poor Wayne. He used to have a lads and lager image, generous beer gut, and a natural Aussie slobbed out look. Especially after he stopped playing. The Hurley machine has changed all that.

Now he’s detoxed, botoxed, wrinkle free and pretends that his hair has regrown. He looks smooth, thin, stubble free – and slightly effeminate. Gone is the boisterous, back slapping, loud Wayne who always looked like he’d just had a good night out, landed in a strange bed and left first thing without a change.

Which he probably had. But it suited him. He’s just not the same Wayne any more, he’s got the Liz look - without the safety pins.