You are NOBODY if you do not have your own fucking fragrance. It ain't enough to have Kanye West interrupt your acceptance speeches. It's not enough to sell gazillions of records. You GOT to have a fragrance. So the news that Taylor Swift is to have her own is distinctly welcome. Now that she has a fragrance, she's officially a REAL celebrity, like Spears ('Fantasy'), Fergie ('Outspoken'), and Beyoncé ('Heat'). Having a fragrance means I won't forget her name. Or how she smells.

So the Kardashian clan are launching a clothing line on QVC, heh?

RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE!

There are few things that send men racing for their bunkers faster than the sight of a reformed boy band belting out a brand new album to the delight of gazillions of screaming, crying and slightly insane girls. So it is with utter horror that we learn that Robbie Williams has decided to rejoin Take That and the group are working on a new album.

Tyra Banks has a lot to answer for. As a model she was fine. Pretty hot too. But then things went downhill. She choose to inflict a weekly hour long show on us. The rationale for the show centered on having young wannabe models going through their paces to win a 'top prize'. Which sounds just fine until the process was revealed to be desperate models pulling different faces for the camera and crying about the stress of it. Conversely if Tyra smiled at them they giggled and cried anyway. As if they had just been touched by The One.