We can all be a bit demanding sometimes.
Why, only the other day, the people in the office next door had their radio playing too loud, so hecklerspray stormed over there and ordered them to turn it off.
They didn't listen, of course, but once we tipped that vial full of the Ebola virus into their coffee maker, they soon quietened down. After a few hours of tortured screaming and vomiting, that is. Still – it beat The Chris Moyles Show hands down.
We're just grateful, though, that we don't have to deal with stroppy diva Jennifer Lopez, whose sense of self-importance is now seemingly so large it may have to obtain planning permission simply to exist. She decided to go on a little shopping excursion to the Catherine Malandrino boutique on Manhasset’s Miracle Mile last week, you see, and members of staff have blabbed to Page Six magazine about what an unrepentant twat she was acting.
"Twat?" you mutter to yourself. "On what can you base that judgement, other than every news story that has ever broken about Jennifer Lopez, ever?" Well, kids – brace yourself. It turns out that Jenny might have left her manners at the block. And – knowing the poverty-stricken urban nightmareland she grew up in – they've probably been scrapped and sold for parts by now.
According to staff:
''She demanded the store be shut down for her to shop alone, but they said, 'Absolutely not.' Then one of her eight-person entourage, including two bodyguards with their guns showing, was yelling at the clerk that Jennifer gets a 50 percent discount. Jennifer also tried on about a million outfits, then just threw it all in a pile in the dressing room and didn't buy one thing."
There you go, then. A crap pop star upsets some people by being rude.
Slow news day, anyone?