After Kim Kardashian split with her husband after an incredibly short period, now Sinead O’Connor is in on the act ending her marriage to Barry Herridge after a paltry 16 days. She was wed in Vegas on December 8 and call it a day on Christmas Eve.

It feels like there’s something stirring.

Like what? Well, we have a theory. Our celebrities are getting married and then making a sham of it. There can only be one reason for this. No. Not because they’re all entitled lunatic who shouldn’t be allowed to leave the house. Rather, they’re doing because of the gays.

Sinead O’Connor has written on her official website that the couple only managed to live together for just seven days before calling time on their relationship.

That’s impressive isn’t it? A whole week of married hell. Of course, the Irish Catholics will be doing somersaults about this as they reserve a particular loathing for Sinead in their icily useless hearts.

Apparently, the drive-thru wedding came about because her new husband was heavily pressurised by people close to him and that’s why their marriage had to end.

On her official blog:

“From the moment myself and my husband got together not long ago, there was intense pressure placed upon him by certain people in his life, not to be involved with me.”

O’Connor also claimed that their wedding had been “kyboshed” within just three hours after their wedding, not to mention the fact that the pair went on a mad Supermarket Sweep style dash in the hunt for drugs on their wedding night so that they could celebrate.

So what’s the craic? Well, with right-wingers all lambasting the notion of gay marriage, it seems that all our celebrities are going to roundly mock the notion of wedlock altogether so that, in the future, when people talk of the sanctity of straight-marriage in the eyes of god, there will be a thousand celebrity weddings that make a complete farce of it all.

The natural progression is that Justin Timberlake will be next, getting married for 20 seconds before calling it quits, paving the way for Miley Cyrus to find a beau and conduct a televised event where she simultaneously gets married and divorced, melting the legal veracity of all future marriages.

It’s going to be brilliant.

Sinead O’Connor is a brilliantly mental person to have about the place isn’t she? Rallying against The Pope, becoming a priest, being a Rastafarian and, most lately, asking people on Twitter to come ’round her house and bum her.

Seriously. Did you miss all that? Good ol’ Sinead was demanding a parade of young studs to enter her house, via the backdoor. It was marvellous, it really was very special.

And now, to cap off a wonderful few months back on the radar, she hasn’t done something stupid like release a record, but rather, buggered off to Las Vegas with a fella and done a drive-thru wedding. Fantastic. Just brilliant.

Sinead had it all planned out. She was to tie the knot on her 45th birthday with fiancé Barry Herridge. Best bit of the ceremony?

The singer said “I do” while sitting in the back of a pink Cadillac.

A source with prying eyes and a gob for money, said:

“It wasn’t a traditional dress, but it wasn’t a traditional wedding either.”

“She cried during the vows and had to wipe her eyes.”

God. It’s almost like being there in person isn’t it? Note the emotive ‘had to wipe her eyes’. This really is frontline reporting at its very, very best.

Anyway, to cap it all off, after the ten minute ceremony (that’s how you do it! Straight in, straight out) O’Connor and her new husband (we’re legally obliged to write ‘hubbie’ in this article at least once) in his dark jacket and pink shirt, lit candles as employees of the chapel sang “Happy Birthday” to the bride.

Hubbie.

You remember Paris Hilton, don’t you? Come on readers. Try a bit harder. She’s that night vision girl that you’ve seen performing fellatio on a man with no personality. No? She’s tall… blonde… denser than the singularity of a black hole? No? Really? She’s the heir to the Hilton hotel chain and- frankly- if you still don’t remember who she is then you might as well click on the little ‘x’ in the corner of your browser and save us all some trouble.

However, after a year spent only riding one penis as though it’s a disappointed bucking bronco, Hilton and her boyfriend of a year and a half Cy Waits have ”amicably” decided to end their relationship.

Still- no relationship really ends amicably, does it? Sure, you can try to remain friends and make sure that the people closest to you don’t have any sense of awkwardness or worse, feel as though they have to pick sides but regardless of these efforts, someone always comes out of it badly and looking like a petty scumbag.

We wouldn’t normally mention that fact but it’s one that might be worth looking back on when we’re still hearing about every minute detail of this poor bugger’s inadequacy in three month’s time.

The 30-year-old socialite and popstar (or so her publicist would have you believe) has reached the mutual decision with her Las Vegas club owner boyfriend Cy. Yes. Cy. Without looking him up, we’re assuming it stands for Cyrus which proves that getting laid isn’t all about your name.

The couple, who were last week said to be “re-evaluating” their relationship, have supposedly made the decision to part ways because “Cy” can’t cope with Paris’ celebrity lifestyle. According to the hecklerspray lawyers, ‘celebrity lifestyle’ should not be taken as being a euphemism for 64 hour gang-bangs in which Paris is the only person who leaves without any traumatic sense of shame.

According to ‘sources’, “Cy” found it difficult to live his life with her in the spotlight and that’s what caused their split. Ironically, he apparently didn’t realise that going out with a woman who’s famous for being a talentless intellect vacuum might involve a slight invasion of his privacy. The self-same ’source’ told US Weekly:

“They are broken up. It’s sad, she cares about him a lot and thinks he’s a great guy but they really hit a rough patch.”

The pair have been dating for over a year and a half, but Cy was said to be particularly upset about their private lives being shown in her new reality TV show ‘The World According to Paris’ (which absolutely no-one should watch as stupidity is infectious). An insider who is likely to be the same junior publicist as the afore-mentioned ‘source’ said:

“Cy is very upset with the series. He felt that way too much of their private life was shown. When he signed on to do the show, he had no idea the cameras would be so invasive.”

Speaking about their relationship in the weeks leading up to the split, Paris revealed she would get engaged on the series if “Cy” was to pop the question. She said:

“We are so happy. It’s almost been a year and a half now so we’ll see what happens, but the show is going to show everything, so when that happens it will be on the show.”

It could easily be alleged that Paris ended her relationship on the advice of her “people” who would be of the opinion that her splitting up from her current oddly-named beau would add a depth to the series that a dim-witted blonde with all the mental capacity of the Graf Zeppelin could’t muster up off her own back.

Of course- that would be immensely cynical of us, regardless of how true it might be.

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Las Vegas is Paris Hilton’s spiritual home. They share so much in common – both rich, both vacuous.

Both have housed several men. However, there’s one thing that Paris Hilton and Las Vegas don’t share in common, and that’s their cocaine policy. If there’s any truth in her recent arrest, then it would appear that Paris Hilton likes cocaine – or at least carrying cocaine that she didn’t know about in a bag that wasn’t hers – quite a lot. Meanwhile, Las Vegas nightclubs are so jumpy about drug arrests that they don’t like cocaine at all. And because of this, it looks like Paris Hilton might find herself effectively being banned from Las Vegas before too long.

And that’d be a crying shame. After all, if there’s one thing that Las Vegas doesn’t have enough of, it’s mentally vacant blonde girls with an inflated sense of entitlement. What’ll it do without her?

It’s easy to kick Paris Hilton when she’s down – largely because her wonky eye has impaired her depth perception, and she can’t accurately judge the proximity or velocity of the foot you’re kicking her with – but that doesn’t mean that you should.

After all, Paris Hilton has suffered enough this week. Whatever the outcome of her drug arrest investigation, she loses. If she was telling the truth, and she really did think that the bag of cocaine in her handbag was a packet of chewing gum, then the whole world is going to discover what a gibbering remedial subnormal she actually is. But if she was lying, and that really was her cocaine that the police officer found in her handbag, then Paris Hilton might just find herself blackballed from Las Vegas forever. People reports:

“Because Vegas nightclubs are under so much scrutiny right now, I don’t know how welcome she would be,” says a club executive who has booked Hilton, 29, to host parties. “Considering she’s busted for cocaine, people might assume that she’s going to the club either to use coke or she’s already on coke, and no club wants to be associated with that.”

That might not sound like much, but it could have a profound effect on Paris Hilton’s earnings. After all, Las Vegas nightclubs are willing to fork over tens of thousands of dollars just to make sure that Paris Hilton turns up on a set date and dances on a table for a few hours. Without that income, how is Paris going to survive? It’s not like her family is so ridiculously wealthy that she can just meander through life without ever having to worry about her financial responsibilities, is it?

Oh, hang on.

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People are sick. We’ve thought long and hard about this, and the only sensible conclusion is that people are sick.

Take Las Vegas. People visit Las Vegas to spend all day standing around in a flashing, migraine-inducing, artificial air-filled casino that’s been designed with the express intention of getting people to part with every penny they own as effectively as possible.

And then, once they’ve lost everything in a series of games that they were statistically never going to win anyway, they go and see Celine Dion. Celine Dion, for crying out loud. And if you’re one of these sick idiots in question, you’ll be pleased to know that Celine Dion is going back to Las Vegas for another three-year residency. Weirdos.

Despite all that stuff we just said, we’re actually never happier than when Celine Dion is in residency at Las Vegas. Everyone wins. Tourists can wind down after a hard day of basically handing fistful after fistful of their hard-earnt money directly to a fat mobster called Paulie by listening to a scrawny Canadian woman screech My Heart Will Go On in the style of a grieving water buffalo. Celine Dion herself can earn hundreds of millions of dollars for singing at a captive audience.

But, best of all, it means we know where Celine Dion is at all times. If she’s singing in Las Vegas night after night, then she’s less likely to ambush us by wailing Earth Song in front of a 3D dandelion or by using up all the water in Florida or by acting like an actual lunatic at every opportunity. It might even mean that Celine Dion is too busy to record or release any new albums. Wouldn’t that be a treat?

So needless to say, the news that Celine Dion is going back to Las Vegas for another three year tour of duty should be celebrated by literally everybody on the face of the planet. BBC News reports:

“With the orchestra and the band we’re going to be able to perform our songs like never before,” Dion said. “The repertoire is going to be extraordinary – a mix of timeless Hollywood classics, along with all the favourites that my fans like to hear me sing. It’s going to be a very beautiful show, and I think we’ll be raising the bar higher than we’ve ever done before.”

If this residency is anything like her last residency, the new Celine Dion concerts stand to take anything up to $400 million. But money doesn’t matter to Celine Dion. She’ll be more interested in the sheer amount of people she gets to entertain. Again, if this Las Vegas residency matches her previous one, then around three million people will get to use a Celine Dion concert as a buffer between blowing their family’s entire life savings at a roulette wheel and flying home in rags, immediately getting divorced and then bleakly grinding out the rest of their miserable lives hungry and alone on the streets.

So that’ll be fun.

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If there’s one thing that Jennifer Lopez loves, it’s starring in hopeless romantic comedies that are only enjoyed by hairdressers and idiots.

But if there’s another thing that Jennifer Lopez loves, it’s getting married. Jennifer Lopez loves getting married so much that she’ll quite off marry someone completely unsuitable just so she can divorce him and get married to someone else a few months later.

However, Jennifer Lopez made quite the schoolboy error when she married Marc Anthony – a man she actually seems to quite like. Because now it looks like they’ll never get divorced and Jennifer Lopez won’t be able to feed her compulsive marriage addiction. Unless, of course, Jennifer Lopez opted for the methadone of the wedding world instead, and just pointlessly renewed her vows to Marc Anthony instead. So she’s done that.

Jennifer Lopez, as we think we probably just stated, loves weddings. She loves weddings so much that not only does she have it written into her contracts that all her movies have to end with a wedding regardless of whether they’re romantic comedies, revenge dramas about domestic abuse or weird bits of nonsense about her flying around inside a serial killer’s comatose brain.

Jennifer Lopez loves wedding so much that she’ll marry anyone. Literally anyone. People who’ll write books about her after they divorce, no-mark backup dancers. Anyone. Literally anyone. Well, not Ben Affleck, obviously. She’s not mental or anything.

Despite this, though, Jennifer Lopez seems to have found her soulmate in Marc Anthony. They do everything together – go on tour together, procreate together, make bad films together. Raise dogs to allegedly attack air stewardesses together. It’s sweet. But it means that Jennifer Lopez is less likely to divorce Marc Anthony and marry someone else who looks even more like Gollum.

It’s a predicament and no mistake – on one hand there’s eternal happiness with a man she loves and on the other hand is a new box of wedding gift napkin rings. How’s a girl supposed to decide between those two?

So Jennifer Lopez has opted for a happy compromise – this weekend, she renewed her marriage vows with Marc Anthony in a weird double ceremony with New York Mets outfielder Carlos Beltran in Las Vegas. People reports:

Wearing a black dress, Lopez looked “beautiful” as 12 people witnessed the ceremony, the source said. “Her parents didn’t even see it because they were with the babies.” Following the nuptials, a butler opened a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne for the newly re-married couples.

If that’s not the definition of romance, we don’t know what is. Dumping your kids on your parents so you can publicly treat your marriage like an expired insurance policy even though you only got married about five minutes ago anyway? Nice.

Oh, we’re just jealous. Really, we’re thrilled for Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony. In fact, we think that they should go away somewhere exotic to renew their marriage vows every single week. Because that’d probably stop Jennifer Lopez from making any more bad films or songs, and that way we sort of all get something out of it.

Long have we wondered what Michael Jackson’s next career move would be.

Will he make another album? Will he start a charity to help the big-nosed poor? Will he be another ride at Disney Land? Perhaps one where he puts roller-skates on his hands and feet and rolls about the room in a crab-walk type style with a saddle on his belly, and your height has to be below Mickey’s hand to climb on board?

Well we can tell you – he’s gonna be a Vegas attraction. It’s been rumored before, but this time it’s different. This time he could be working directly for the mortgage company that just bought the $23 million dollar loan for his Neverland Ranch.

It’s perfect timing too, really, since Celine Dion just left Vegas and they are the exact same proportions, he could just use her costumes.

Now that’s economic efficiency!

There are several things that always must be mentioned when speaking of Michael Jackson. One of those things is the giraffes standing in their own coagulated blood pools back at his abandoned homestead. Another thing un-skipable is how he was the R Kelly of 2005.

Another thing that absolutely has to come up is how, even though Thriller is still the biggest selling album of all time, and the Taj Mahal’s entire south wing is built out of copies of it, Jackson is still destitute or something. He almost lost his house a bit ago – it was spared at the last second by the financial intervention of his pet tigers or something.

Well, his $23 million loan for the place was picked up by a company called Colony Capital, which conveniently owns thousands of Las Vegas casinos. A Jackson-led Vegas show has been talked about for years. The New York Times will make this one a little less fuzzy for you:

“Mr. Jackson, who has had a seemingly endless series of financial troubles over the past few years, including a recent threat of foreclosure at his Neverland Ranch in California, is considering a long term Las Vegas engagement as part of a plan to repay a $23 million debt to Colony Capital, the private equity group that recently bought the loan on Neverland, Reuters reported. Colony owns the Las Vegas Hilton, and is a major shareholder in the Station Casinos chain. There is no deal yet and the possible Las Vegas engagement is one of several repayment options Mr. Jackson and Colony are considering.”

Other repayment options under consideration, reportedly, are earning millions by teaching the US military how to turn its soldiers into spaceships and repeatedly launching Norm from Cheers through the stratosphere in a brown recliner.

We’re really not sure how money would come about from that last bit. Maybe put it on Pay-Per-View or something.

Las Vegas: shimmering sin-capital of overblown gambling, legalised prostitution and neon lights burrowing their ever-so-bright way into your retinas.

All well and good, but there’s something missing. Know what that is? A mildly psychotic pop star who enjoys shaving her head and displaying her vagina, that’s what.

Thank the sweet weeping lord, then, for Britney Spears. She’s apparently decided to use Vegas – or, more specifically, the Palms Hotel and Casino – as the jumping point for a ‘spectacular comeback.’ Given that her last ‘comeback’ involved bobbing around onstage like a confused autistic sealion in front of millions of TV viewers, it’s safe to say that this is gonna be an interesting situation to say the least.

According to the new edition of the National Enquirer:

“Britney wants to make a splashy comeback in Las Vegas. She wants the show to be full of high energy and flashy costume changes.”

The moolah on offer? The equivalent of five million pounds – which, given the present exchange rate, is probably enough money in dollars to bankrupt the entire United States and leave them praying to their great Britneyrian Overlord. Maybe.

All of this Vegas chatter has been ascertained via the medium of sneaky Spears-spies. Those close to Britters have seen her eating lunch with hotel manager George Maloof and engaging in heated business discussion.

Hecklerspray honestly can’t say which we find more remarkable – the fact that someone would actually still want to employ Britney Spears for a not-insignificant amount of money, or the fact that she managed to make it through the entire meeting without smashing her crockery, foaming at the mouth, carving the words ‘worthless devil whore’ into her own face and then launching into a tear-laden recital of Toxic to a rapidly-departing crowd of restaurant leavers.

Maybe she’s saving that for opening night.

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Spears in talks to stage Vegas shows world entertainment news – Yahoo

This week’s rematch between Tom Cruise and Oprah Winfrey looks set to be the most exciting self-serving marketing stunt of the year!

However, we didn’t know what Tom Cruise and Oprah were going to discuss during Tom’s interview – until now. Because now it seems like it’s mostly about Tom Cruise’s arse.

Part of Oprah’s interview – conducted at Tom Cruise’s Colorado home – involved Oprah riding on Tom’s snowmobile, an experience that left Oprah blithering on about Tom Cruise’s butt and adding that she now knows what Katie Holmes sees in him. Financial gain despite an outwardly unconvincing relationship? Yep, actually that sounds about right.

At the end of the week and the beginning of next week, Tom Cruise returns to Oprah for the first time since he kicked his career to death by leaping all over her sofa like a 1950s housewife who’d just seen a mouse. To call the Cruise/ Oprah interviews highly-anticipated would be a gross understatement – Jesus could return to Earth on Friday morning and he’d be greeted with impatient shushes until Oprah’s ad breaks.

There’s so much for Oprah Winfrey to grill Tom Cruise about, you see, like the way his religious beliefs have crocked his career, or the real reasons behind the postponement of his new movie – even Tom Cruise’s feud with Brooke Shields happened after Tom Cruise’s last appearance on Oprah, and that was way back when people still liked Tom Cruise.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg. So what did Oprah choose to mainly focus on during her time in Colarado? That’s right – Tom Cruise’s shitter. During the filming of an episode in Las Vegas recently to announce the comebacks of Tina Turner and Cher – what is it with Oprah Winfrey’s ability to reanimate the dead? – Oprah let a couple of Tom Cruise factoids slip out, as USA Today reports:

Winfrey also spoke of having just come from the home of Tom Cruise in Telluride, Colo., for his first Oprah appearance since his infamous couch-jumping moment in 2005. Winfrey quipped that she did not jump on Cruise’s couch, and she spoke of holding on to him during a snowmobile ride. “There’s something about being scooched up to his butt that makes you want to sing Take Me Home, Tom,” Winfrey said. “Now I know what (his wife) Katie (Holmes) sees!”

Well, not exactly what Katie sees, since we imagine that’s mostly the inside of a cage and a yellowing water bottle, but good for Oprah anyway. There’s nothing like implied sexual tension between a man who’s been constantly plagued by gay rumours and a woman who some people think is a lesbian to bump up the ratings a notch or two during sweeps, is there?

Actually, we’re making out that Oprah’s interview with Tom Cruise was a lot more arse-centric than it actually was – Oprah also promised that Scientology and Tom’s relationship with Katie Holmes and his daughter Suri would be examined as well, although chances are the most hard-hitting stuff will be drowned out by the noise of a few thousand menopausal women wetting their knickers and screaming a lot.

But despite Oprah’s efforts to big the interviews up, we’ll have to just watch Friday and Monday’s editions of Oprah to see how revelatory the Tom Cruise interviews really are. Oh, wait, we ‘ve just remembered – we’re not unemployed housewives.

Oh well, we’re sure it’ll end up on the internet somewhere.

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What happened on ‘Oprah’ taping didn’t stay in Vegas – USA Today

Poor old Toni Braxton. For close to two years Toni has spent night after night grinding out a living as a Las Vegas casino performer and nobody cared.

But now Toni Braxton has finally got the attention she deserves. Thanks to the mysterious, potentially life-threatening chest pains that took her off to hospital last week, Toni Braxton has never been so famous and her Vegas show is bound to sell even more tickets than ever as a result.

Except that it won’t, because Toni Braxton has cancelled all of her shows for the rest of April while she recovers. Stupid chest pains – they give you all the thrill of being famous with none of the cardiovascular functionality of being healthy. Hardly ideal, is it?

We’re starting to think that we’re under attack from the early 1990s, what with Stone Temple Pilots reforming, Gladiators coming back to television, Vanilla Ice getting arrested for domestic battery and Toni Braxton going to hospital with chest pains. We’ll know for sure as soon as there’s a sighting of Macaulay Culkin swatting planes out of the sky from the top of a skyscraper, but by then it’ll be too late. Then the cast of Hangin’ With Mr Cooper will march into town and suicide will be the most painless option left open to us.

But anyway, hopelessly paranoid time-travel invasion fears aside, Toni Braxton has managed to make the news for the second time in just over a week – the most talked-about she’s possibly ever been.

Obviously the first instance came when Toni Braxton was admitted to a Las Vegas hospital with chest pains last week. Although no official statement has been made about the nature of Braxton’s illness, it’s thought that it could be a resurgence of the pericarditis that she was diagnosed with a few years ago.

And now that she’s out of hospital, Toni Braxton has made the decision to cancel all of her scheduled Toni Braxton: Revealed concerts at the Flamingo for the rest of the month. The Associated Press reports:

Toni Braxton won’t return to the stage on the Las Vegas Strip until at least next month. The Flamingo Las Vegas says Braxton’s show will remain dark this week while the 40-year-old Grammy winner has more medical tests following her April 7 hospitalization for chest pain. Flamingo President Don Marrandino said her Tuesday-through-Saturday shows are also off, and Braxton will take advantage of a previously scheduled two-week break. She is due to resume her show at the Flamingo Showroom on May 6. The Flamingo is offering refunds for the canceled shows.

It’s just common sense that Toni Braxton should cancel the rest of the month’s concerts, for everyone’s sake. Needless to say, Toni Braxton will find it hard to perform to her utmost level while she’s worrying about such a potentially dangerous heart condition, but her audience would probably appreciate it if she didn’t drop dead straining for a high C in the middle of a show as well. It’d take the shine right off their trip, for starters.

But with Celine Dion out of Vegas and Toni Braxton incapacitated by illness, who’s left for the good people of Las Vegas to go and see during their visit? Four words – Lucky Cheng’s Drag Cabaret!

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Toni Braxton’s Shows for April Canceled - AP

That Paris Hilton, she sure knows how to pick them. 'Them' of course, referring to blokes whose sperm seems to either send women a bit mental or completely dead.

Just yesterday we were telling you about Paris Hilton and Britney Spears' ex-husband Kevin Federline cosying up in a Las Vegas nightclub, but it seems like Paris wasn't done there, as it's transpired that she then went out the very next night and did exactly the same thing to Larry Birkhead, the last man on Earth to knock Anna Nicole Smith up before she died. We're not sure if chatting to odd, semi-famous men is going to be Paris Hilton's hot new trend for 2008 or not yet, but hopefully it is, because at this rate it won't be long before she's seen out with Trevor, the fictional Scottish wife-beater husband of Little Mo from EastEnders. And that would just be adorable.

Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan have a long rivalry that includes everything from alleged phone-hacking to the brutal allocation of invisible bruises. But now it seems as though Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan have decided to team up in an effort to get themselves romantically involved with every single man on the planet before the end of 2008.

Lindsay Lohan's already cracking on with the task in Europe, snogging all of Italy at a party at the weekend. And Paris Hilton is just as eager, although her tactic varies a little. She's taking on the American men first, and seems to be using a list starting with the least desirable and working her way up.

Yesterday we reported the horrific Paris Hilton/ Kevin Federline union that lasted for two nights at the arse-end of this year and now it seems that Paris has stumbled across another man famous for having sex with slightly deranged women. It's Larry Birkhead, the man who had sex with Anna Nicole Smith and got her pregnant a few months before she died. According to the Daily Mail, Hilton and Birkhead were seen in the middle of an 'intimate chat' which definitely means that Paris Hilton and Larry Birkhead are absolutely, 100% doing it with each other all the time and probably right now.

Look, one picture of two people talking in a nightclub doesn't especially mean that anything romantic is going on between them – not when there's a far more logical explanation available. You see, Paris Hilton recently lost most of her billion-dollar inheritance when her grandfather decided to give 97% of it to charity. And Larry Birkhead's daughter Dannielynn might eventually be the recipient of the $474 million that Anna Nicole Smith was fighting for from her marriage to that old rich bloke. Yes? You're starting to get it?

It means that Paris Hilton wants to be Dannielynn's granddaughter. Obviously.

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New Year and new man for Paris: Socialite cosies up to Anna Nicole Smith's ex – Daily Mail 

So Kevin Federline has finally moved on from Britney Spears – except that he seems to have moved on to Paris Hilton, which isn't so much 'moving on' as 'doing something especially turd-brained'.

Not that Kevin Federline and Paris Hilton are doing anything particularly romantic in public, of course – at the moment the pair of them have only set tongues wagging by talking to each other in Las Vegas nightclubs two nights in a row. However, given the difficulty that they both have forming even rudimentary sentences without getting nosebleeds from concentrating too hard, we should obviously take this fact alone as a sign that Kevin Federline and Paris Hilton are doing it and in love and want to get married right away. Even if none of that is true. 

But let's just assume that it is true, because it's January 2 and bugger all else has happened today.

Since splitting up with Britney Spears, Kevin Federline hasn't had an awful amount of luck in the romance department. Not only was he sexually rejected by Lindsay Lohan – literally making him the only man on the planet, living or dead, to have accomplished this – but he hasn't got any bitches pregnant for two years, either. Given his 'one baby a year' policy, this must mean that Kevin Federline's testicles are twitching like Michael Douglas' face at the end of Falling Down. Either Kevin Federline gets someone pregnant soon or there'll be a messy explosion that nobody will want to clean up, even under pain of death.

And since Kevin Federline and Paris Hilton keep getting spotted out and about together, we're starting to worry that all Kevin wants to do is plough Paris' ovaries like some sort of disgusting combine harvester piloted by a cackling gynaecologist. According to reports, heads in Las Vegas are being turned by the near-constant sight of Kevin Federline partying with Paris Hilton. People reports:

On Sunday, the duo partied together for the second night running. Both were in town to host separate New Year's Eve parties – hers at LAX, his at Tangerine – but each name attraction started celebrating early, hitting LAX on Saturday and Pure Nightclub on Sunday. A source close to Federline told PEOPLE that the two hung out in Hilton's room Saturday after leaving the club. 

While obviously this alone is no proof that Paris Hilton and Kevin Federline are romantically entangled, we honestly don't have anything better to do than assume they are – and that begs the question of why they're even together.

Remember that any girlfriend Kevin Federline has will effectively act as a part-time mother-figure for Kevin's children Sean Preston and Jayden James, so is Paris Hilton suitable for that? Probably not, since we're sure we saw an episode of The Simple Life once where she accidentally lashed a baby to a warhead and fired it an orphanage. Admittedly that's slightly more responsible that anything that Britney Spears has ever managed, but still.

Perhaps, though, this potential relationship in the making has nothing to do with children and it's all just an epic meeting of minds. After all, they both have things to gain from each other – Kevin gets to strike off one more name from his list of dumb Hollywood blondes that he wants to bone, and Paris knows that the only way to get over the loss of a billion-dollar inheritance is to hook up with a shit-thick redneck. So, even if there is something to this rumour, we can't see Paris Hilton and Kevin Federline lasting.

That is unless Kevin Federline has only attached himself to Paris Hilton to make his music career look comparatively decent. In which case we can only salute the man's stone-cold genius.

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Paris Hilton & Kevin Federline Party in Las Vegas – People

The good thing about Las Vegas is that singers often go there for years at a time to perform lucrative residencies – the bad thing about it is that it sometimes lets them go again.

For the last five years, Celine Dion has performed her A New Day concert 717 times at Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas. It was a win-win really, because the show earnt Celine Dion over $100 million while simultaneously keeping her too busy to hawk her screechingly overbearing power ballads to anyone else as a result. But all good things must end, and so Celine Dion just has performed her last show in Las Vegas. Now Celine Dion is going to take her show around the world, and it's progress will be traced by military technology – you'll be able to see which country Celine Dion is in at any point by watching droves of people with their fingers jammed into their ears hurling themselves into the sea via satellite.

We've never won big in Las Vegas, but we're mostly positive that if we did, our first thought wouldn't be "Quick! Let's blow this new-found fortune buying tickets to see a horse-faced woman sing that song out of Titanic even though we'd happily blowtorch our ears to crispy bacon if it meant we'd never hear it again!" However, it appears that many people disagree with us.

Since 2003, Celine Dion has been holed up in a specially-built Caesar's Palace theatre selling $400 million in tickets to three million people all clamouring to see if Celine Dion's already-impressively high annoyance level could be increased by surrealist dancers and a mime. Celine Dion's concert A New Day has broken so many records and won so many awards that most people were probably hoping that she'd decide to keep it running for decades until she could retire a rich, weirdly large-packaged, old woman.

But it isn't to be, because Celine Dion performed her last Las Vegas show on Saturday night, and she used the show as an opportunity to ramble on and on and on about everything that floated into her head, a bit like she did on X Factor a couple of weeks ago but without Dermot O'Leary to shut her up. According to BBC News, Celine Dion told the crowd:

"At one point, it was like feeling like the Titanic was about to sink again. But we believed and we went on with it… The vibe was not that positive for us. Most of us have left our families behind to give ourselves every night. I can assure you it was worth it."  

Now if you'd just earnt over $100 million singing the same songs again and again, chances are you'd want to take an extended break, perhaps to see what's the most disgusting thing a homeless person will do for $100 – but not Celine Dion. Starting on Valentine's Day, Celine Dion is going on an 11-month world tour starting in South Africa and coming to the UK in May, where she'll attempt to sing all her favourite songs without the emotional support of that mime bloke acting out all of her lyrics in an overdramatic way.

But don't be upset if you're going to Las Vegas and you're worried that you won't catch a decent show now that Celine Dion is gone. Taking her place will be Bette Midler, who has her own show named Look At Me! I Was In What Women Want And The Stepford Wives (Not The First One, The Rubbish One With Nicole Kidman).

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Dion Ends Five-Year Vegas Stint – BBC 

There are many things OJ Simpson is guilty of – being a bit of a douchebag, maybe, and having an unnatural obsession with his own faecal matter – but when it comes to armed robbery, OJ Simpson is absolutely not guilty.

That's according to OJ Simpson, at least – faced with a stack of felony charges that will see him spend the rest of his life in jail, OJ Simpson decided yesterday at a Las Vegas arraignment that he didn't actually have anything to do with any of it. OJ Simpson has pleaded not guilty to all 12 felony charges against him, on the basis that he only burst in on some unsuspecting sports memorabilia dealers with a gang of men in some sort of amateurish raid operation because they stole his shit and he only wanted his shit back. This argument means that the OJ Simpson trial – set for April – could set all manner of legal precedents for any other future angry shit-based misunderstandings that American citizens may wander into.

April 7 is a significant day for all sorts of reasons – it's the anniversary of the invention of the internet, the invention of LSD, the invention of the World Health Organisation and the French adoption of the metre as a basic measurement of length. Plus it's Jackie Chan's birthday.

But April 7 2008 will be one of the most momentous April 7s in all of history. Not just because all of the above will be combined when Jackie Chan drops acid one metre away from the World Health Organisation headquarters and puts a video of it on YouTube, but because that's when OJ Simpson will start his armed robbery trial.

Yesterday at an arraignment in Las Vegas, OJ Simpson was asked to enter a plea for all the massive list of felony charges that he earnt by apparently raiding a hotel room with gun-wielding men back in September. Those charges against OJ Simpson run through everything from armed robbery to assault to kidnapping and back again, and Simpson is likely to spend the rest of his life in jail if he's found guilty.

Which he won't, by the way, because OJ Simpson told the court that he's completely not guilty. Following the arraignment – where a trial date of April 7 was set – OJ Simpson's lawyer Yale Galanter told reporters:

"Mr. Simpson is glad that the arraignment is over with. He is glad that he doesn't have to come back to Vegas until April."

Not that the intervening time will be spent lazing around writing other hypothetical books about how he did all sorts of immoral and illegal things that he definitely didn't do, though – putting a solid defence together against what seems like an open and shut case is going to take a lot of graft.

Because, as OJ Simpson's preliminary hearing established, most of OJ's goon-gang have decided to testify against him in court in return for lighter sentencing. According to them, OJ Simpson wanted lots of guns for the raid, even though he denied their existence as soon as it was all over. 

Not that all's completely lost for OJ Simpson, though – several of those testifying against him are either furtive pimps, known liars, criminals or oddballs with inexplicable ulterior motives like getting Jack Nicholson to star in the movie of their life. So that'll provide OJ Simpson's defence with at least something to attack.

But that's all for April. And until then, we're all just going to have to wait patiently for the blazing, televised, two-month OJ Simpson trial to begin. Oh, we can't bear going that long without hearing about anyone stealing anyone else's shit. April better come soon or we'll start stealing our own shit. And that's going to be even less pretty than it sounds.

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OJ Pleads Not Guilty – E! Online