Regular readers know I have a whole lot of love for Britney Spears and that I frown on what I often perceive to be the tricky situation she’s in with three men running much of her life.
I’m not sure why they aren’t using any of her X Factor millions to hire her a stylist, but with what appears to be a painful-looking patch of psoriasis on her heel, it would have been advisable had she gone for a Pippa Middleton visiting Kate in hospital type look with black, opaque tights and more comfortable boots last night.
I really want to reach into this photograph – taken at the X Factor final four bash on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills – and smother her feet in Vitamin E cream, aloe vera and hydrocortisone.
As for her boss Simon Cowell, whose hair is starting to resemble a toilet brush, somebody needs to delete his plastic surgeon’s number out of his mobile ‘phone and tell him sternly to just say no.
Either he’s trying to wink and facial paralysis from the botox won’t allow him to or the collagen in his cheeks are fighting a duel to the death with the fillers in his forehead and the inadvertent loser is his chin.
You can see the unfrozen bits of skin and muscle making a break for it from his face to his jawline. Girlfriend needs to invest in a few polo necks.
That or Brit’s actually posing next to his Madame Tussauds wax figure and the lights on the red carpet were starting to overheat.
Simon’s double chin seems to be heading for his navel even faster than Steven Tyler’s.
Dual in death….”Spot on!”…….”but?”….the super killer is………..I might hint at stuff that WILL shoch you?…
Your blog is always a pleasure to read. I really like the “duel to the death” bit. Thanks much.