HAPPY EASTER!

Well, not quite. But here's my favourite egghead, Moby. He's articulate and opinionated in a very non-aggressive way. So why does he think everyone hates him? Apparently it's the same part of the brain that adds "is a whore" to Lindsay Lohan's name. He's cute! He's funny! What's not to love? ("The music!" everyone shouts back).

In this interview in The Guardian, he also bemoans the fact that everyone thinks he's a boring sober Christian when really, he's a drug-fucked sex addict. At least it's a different schtick to hang, what is actually, a very entertaining read. He's also has some very sage words about poor Britters.

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My favourite OAP, after my nana, of course, is Mrs Merton - rewind to this older post - Caroline Aherne's polite, but fucking rude 1990s creation. Each sweet question from the lips of the dear old dear was laced with arsenic. And only a dear old dear could be as brutally honest.

To magician, Paul Daniel's wife, Debbie McGee: “What was it that first attracted you to millionaire Paul Daniels? / I think of you both as our version of David Copperfield and Claudia Schiffer, but you know, on a lower budget”

To Germaine Greer: “You were a right old slapper in the seventies, weren't you?”

To Babs Windsor: "That's what I love about you Barbara; you're one of us... You're like a big film star, but you're still common as muck!"

The old cow has a new DVD out. At last, all 5 series of The Mrs Merton Show are together and found here.

And here is that Debbie McGee classic opener:



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Marc Almond in stinking review shock! Eamon Sweeney has written this bad review, and it is BAD. Shocking in fact. With a Wikipedia first half he then incorrectly describes the set as mainly covers - the setlist is three-quarters Almond-penned. He finishes his diatribe with a sour flourish. Hey ho.

Here's a PROPER review.

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Is everyone OK? Carmit Bachar has QUIT the Pussycat Dolls. Now I know this will come as a shock to many of you. I'm inconsolable myself and will probably take tomorrow off work. It's feels just like when the printer broke down. I had to take a day off for that too.

*UPDATE* - just noticed Marc and Carmit could be sisters!

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I'm feeling completely "And?" about the new Annie single. Girlfriend sounds like Chewing Gum part 27 to me. I can never hear the chorus in her songs and I can't be the only one who thinks the melodies are stuck in the same three notes. Listen for yourself here.

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Click on the piccy to make it biggy for Paris Fashion Week's most extra-extravagant show. Chanel's haute couture merry-go-round with old hobby horse herself, Karl Lagerfeld centre stage managed to outdo even annual Pantomime Galliano for Dior.

Great image. Kind of hides the fact the designs are a bit shabby and boring. Eek!

The best? D&G's HRH chic!

Read Style's Claudia Croft here.

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And finally, this is what happens to runners up on X Factor. They lose a stylist but gain a legion of fan with this self-styled Nana look. Rhydian may actually be bald under there, but then again, who cares?