BRITS, Brits and Cracking Tits
Oh, Joss Stone, you complete pranny. Prancing and preening about on the stage of the BRIT awards, affecting your oh-so-genuine Home Counties yankee accent, and then deciding to try and trade comedy put-downs with Russell Brand. In the words of TV God Simon Amstell, "You won't win!"
This year's BRITS was a typically tiresome affair. In stark contrast with last year's pre-recorded ceremony (which was actually pretty great as they just made it a big long gig with some awards lobbed quickly at people in between sets), this year's much-heralded "live" show was a snoozefest of the highest order, with the only good performance coming from the Chilli Peppers - a band I don't even like!
On a different note, Britney's gone COMPLETELY MENTAL and shaved her OWN HEAD a day after checking out of REHAB! Hooray, pop's fun again!
Or is it? Is it even surprising? About 3 years ago, circa her 'Toxic' era (which I still maintain is a classic), myself and Jenster were half-drunkenly talking about our celebrity crushes, and I cited Britney. There were 2 main reasons for this: Firstly, cuz at the time she was putting out ace cheesy pop music. Secondly, she seemed ever so slightly loopy and I imagined she'd be a fascinating experiment of a human being to be in a relationship with.
It's too easy to laugh at her. Far too easy. Much harder is to look beyond the headlines and see the fucked-up girl at the heart of it. I personally hope Britney sorts herself the fuck out and learns how to be a good mum.
"Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children"