There is a book coming out called The Michael Jackson Tapes, and it looks set to send a few jaws hurtling towards the floor, then shattering, whilst eyes pop out on stalks, then go back in again. Kind of like in cartoons. Because, in the book, the crazy melty-clownface, during an interview with a learned Oxford University rabbi, thought he’d explain his admiration for Adolf Hitler, list a few women he could probably have done it with had he felt like it, and, at one point, he thought it would be wise to give a pair of child murderers a…

For anyone who hasn’t seen the original 1980 version of Fame, it’s not exactly what you’d expect. Because you were expecting a grinning mob of leotard whores prancing around, squealing “feel the music!” to one another, whilst occasionally breaking rank to march silently towards a mirror, caressing their bodies, growling like tigers, weren’t you? Weren’t you? Go on, admit it. You were. And, for the most part, you’d be right.

But, the original film was so much more than that. It was bleak. It was brilliant. And the new one, apparently, is a big sack of turds. So says the Boston…

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It must be International Fibbing Week or something, because it seems like untruths are spilling from celebrities, like soup from bearded tramp’s inebriated spluttering mouth. Yesterday Posh Spice said something about not being remotely thin. And today, it turns out that Angelina Jolie has been insisting to OK! Magazine –  the UK’s least discerning showbusiness pamphlet – that she’s completely normal. Not totally weird at all.

Only, she is totally weird. We know that.

Discussing her new role as mother to children with intriguing names – Maddox, Pax, Shiloh, Zahara, Knox, Vivienne – she breezily pointed out that she’s “just a dedicated…

Being the stylish woman that she is, professional fashion designer, Victoria Beckham, graced London Fashion Week, as she had done with the New York version a couple of weeks ago. But, while in New York she was noticeable for her whorish orange get up, plus thigh high boots – as though she was trying to take the LA call girl look to the Big Apple – at the London one, she made everyone really cross by looking quite thin.

This has not gone down very well at all with the former pop star, now clothing range guru, and high class perfumiere.…

Hey, remember Michael Jackson? He was such a hip guy, with those zany dance moves, that massive afro, the pet monkey, and the video about the zombies. That’s how we like to remember him anyway. The latter version of the King of Pop rather resembled a melting clown. No one needs that image tattooed on their mind’s eye. 

The great news for weeping Jackson fans around the world, with their “We Love You Michael” t-shirts, and their wonderfully forgiving nature, is that before he drifted into a long, silent slumber, he had left behind some pop records for those around him…

Of course, in these paranoid, suspicious times, the once revered Bomberman now carries rather more political connotations. Is he a terrorist? Is he working for Osama Bin Laden? Why exactly is he bombing stuff? Time was when we wouldn’t be so damning of this cheerfully destructive chap. Look! He’s blowing stuff up! Funny little maniac.

And the great news is that fans of Bomberman can now play online. All you need are arrow keys on your keyboard, and a sharp mind, capable of solving puzzles. Just try not to get yourself stuck behind one of your own bombs. We can categorically…

Sometimes, after a messy break up, it’s the broken woman who gets all of the attention. Just look at Britney Spears and Kevin Federline. Whilst she was going commando in clubs and giving herself weird haircuts, very few people spared a thought for poor Federline – alone in a big house somewhere, playing Toxic over and over again, gorging on chocolate bars and eating what must have been about nine meals a day. It was only when he emerged from his post-wedding grief the size of a house that anyone stopped and pointed their cameras at him again.

Yes sir,…