Much as it pains me to type the words "Britney Spears" on this blog for what feels like the millionth soul crushing time, some things can't be helped. Although if you hear a shotgun blast in Central London in the next 20 minutes, that was probably me ending it all.
She went to rehab. She got crazier. She got cured of the crazy. Now she wants her career back. And who could blame her? She was top of the pile as a nubile teen. Now that she's shown the world her low-rent trailer trash ways - not to mention her minge - I don't see the comeback working, even if she has got Justin Timberlake to duet with her and Timbalake to produce. They'll be singing "You're All I Need to Get By", which makes me want to be sick. Not as much as I'll bet it makes Cameron Diaz want to be sick, but then I never found the ginger-afro'd tosser to be even remotely attractive.
