Australia’s most paradoxically-beloved party boy Corey Worthington grew up and got married.
Sadly, the 24-year-old’s signature yellow sunnies were nowhere to be seen as he walked down the aisle with his bride Mel Borg, 28.
An early adopter of social media, Corey shot to fame in 2008 then he organised a party of more than 500 guests at his parent’s home in Narre Warren South”
“Parents away, tell yr m8s, u don wanna miss it, its gonna B huge (sic),’’ he wrote on his MySpace and MSN accounts.
The infamous ACA interview:
Rather than taking a long hard look at ourselves, we, the good people of Australia, had a laugh and gave him a guest spot on Big Brother. Duh.
His wedding has now earned him a Woman’s Day exclusive (and, admittedly, a tribute on Mamamia).
What bothers me most about my handling of the news of Worthington’s nuptials was that rather than responding with a perplexed, “Corey who?” I asked if he was wearing his sunglasses.
I love him.
And I’ve always love him — from his idiotic, devil-may-care attitude to peroxide to his penchant for wearing coats without shirts underneath them, I can’t get enough of him. The the question is: why?
It’s not just Corey, either, I love them all, I am obsessed with f*cking idiots and I am not the only one.
Aussies love a
loser larrikin, so, in the name of, um, research, I headed to YouTube to figure out why.
Here’s just a few of the numbskulls we’ve elevated to national hero status.
Like Karl Stefanovic that time he was still just so, so pissed after the Logies: