I find it constantly amusing to peruse the front of magazines, especially the glossies and the celebrity ones. Not actually read them, of course. i have such a backlog of New Statesman and Public Finance I don't really need to fill more of my time with useless uninteresting rubbish.
Anyway, in case you haven't seen them, Kerry Katona has gained a stone in weight and 'feels ugly'. Well, weight gain is what comes with breeding. You'd think she'd realise by number 4. Mind you, it's not like she does anything useful in her public life.
Another magazine oozes sycophancy "Who can't love Fearne?". Well, me for a start. A overpaid overhyped piece of pointlessness who can neither string a sentence together nor read an autocue, yet gets to present TV programmes, for which one would have thought either articulacy or literacy, preferably both, would be a prerequisite.
And from the 'Real Life' section 'Adultery: Why it works for me' and 'I pimped out my boyfriend...now he's loaded'.
Consider this a public information service...
