The Epitome of the Phrase 'So Bad It's Good'

Sarah Michelle Gellar has returned to TV in what can only be described as both horrendous and spectacular fashion. 'Ringer' is a totally unbelievable drama series where Buffy plays two twin sisters. One sister fakes her own death, and the other sister takes over her life to hide from the mob (oh wait, there's more), only to find out that someone is after her sister, who is also a bit of a slut and is avec enfant, but unsure who the baby daddy is.

The show also has an inadvertent comedy aspect, due to the sister's names. In a very Irish fashion the twins are called Bridget and Siobhan. SMG is struggling to pronounce the latter name. She often takes to calling her 'Shiv'. I know many Siobhans, but have never met a Shiv.

Here's a glimpse of the trailer:

I don't think Ringer is on UK or Irish TV yet, so you'll probs just have to wait a bit (nudge nudge, wink wink)

Scientific Proof the Prayer does Work

Every night for two years I have been getting down on my knees and begging for the Famous Five to get back together.

But Enid Blyton is long gone, and I really need to be more mature with regards to my reading material.

So I decided to centre my efforts on getting Girls Aloud back together. And tonight, Perez Hilton (God in my eyes) reported that GA will be doing a reunion tour in 2012. WOO and HOO indeed.

Now, before this weekend I wouldn't have believed a word of this, but it would seem that now that Cheryl Cole is going to the U S of A and thus committing career suicide, there will be nothing to hold them back.

Why career suicide? Well, because I don't think anyone was particularly impressed by this years solo efforts, and the pop-music-loving public did not take well to Nuhdeen's abdication, so this is the metaphorical lead balloon on its downward spiral. And me and my debit card will be carefully positioned next to the Ticketmaster website, just waiting for the shiz to hit the fan.

Now, let's remember them when Cheryl still had a snaggle tooth and Kimberly had yet to capture my heart:



Fun fact: this song was written by Lene Nystrøm, or as she is better known, that woman from Aqua.

Put 'Em Away, Love

Leona Lewis is so boring that she can't even make herself look like a common trollop. She has clearly tried to do everything in power to look sexy and edgy, but I'm still bored.

I also really don't get the point of this crop top. Granted this is probably because I have never and will never be able to wear one, but it is also because that skirt is just sooooooooo high. And sooooooo long. So(ooooooo) why didn't she just join them together and take the hem up a bit?

Oh right, because it still wouldn't have made her interesting.

This post may cause you to gauge out your eyeballs. With teaspoons

Why? Who? HOW?! Where is her make-up?! This is pretty unfair- with anyone else there would be at least a little airbrushing and some very supportive underwear. However, some conniving bastard managed to talk Abbey- of X-Factor 'Ablisa' fame- into getting her bits out. Whoever was behind this obviously wanted to punish the human race for reading such tripe as the Sport.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to amputate a limb, in the hope that it makes me forget that I saw this photo.

But do they know it's Christmas?

I love the X Factor, and I have some 'special feelings' for Matt Cardle, so I'm very happy for him and his Christmas number one.

But the single was originally called 'Many of Horror'. What does that have to do with Christmas?! I miss the days when Christmas singles were filled with excessive use of percussion instruments and everyone was wearing scarves and gloves. I watched the X Factor religiously, I don't need to see Matt's winner's story in a 3 minute black and white format. I need bells! And snow! And cabins!

Let's take a moment and reflect on how a Christmas Number 1 should be.



They don't make 'em like that any more.