The Twenty-Seven Candles Post.

Happy birthday, Britney Jean Spears! And I hope everyone who denied you the number one spot you should have had with "Womanizer" gets terminal crotch rash...

The It's Britney's Birthday, B*tch Post.

Since Tom didn't post it (he's the one who goes by InThe313), I'll do it.

Happy birthday, Britney Spears. No matter what, some of us will never give up on you. I'll even make sure to buy Blackout.

The Is That Your Ad? I Don't Know Post.

At least Lily Allen hasn't got a perfume yet.



Musically nice, visually... well, Mariah Carey baring flesh has never been a problem for me personally. I'm sure Amelie Gillette at The Onion will slate it, but screw her.

And it demonstrates that Britney can in fact bounce back (remember when everyone was writing off Mariah after the breakdown and Glitter and so on?). Too bad Mariah still has yet to have a chart-topper in the UK that isn't a cover version...

The F*** Off Forever, Kanye West Post.

Within moments of Britney's performance at the VMAs, footage was online. And so were the jeers. I refuse to watch it online, mainly because of the jerkiness of the first video (jerkiness in terms of loading, not performance)... and I also refuse to join in the kicking of Britney. I'd far sooner attack Kanye "Maybe my colour's not right" West. Prick.

Or better yet, rejoice over screencaps of Laetitia Casta undressed in Le Grand Appartement. And taunt you with no links, since we don't do nude pictures on this blog. Usually.