Too Funny

You know when you want to be clever and witty and SHARP, but can't somehow muster a HILARIOUS post, especially on a Saturday night when you are sat indoors with Strictly Come Dancing and a stinking head cold, stiffling pathetically into a crusty tissue that is supposedly covered in balm, but clearly isn't, 'cos your nostrils have been torn to ribbons and you are starting to resemble one of those ugly bum-face monkeys?

That's when you need to steal a post from Go Fug Yourself:

Fugshambles

Historically, Kate Moss has managed to avoid our wrath, mostly because she is one of the few people who can pull off pretty much everything she attempts. Until now:

It's the visible Hanes Her Way panties that have pushed me over the edge.

But what's really alarming about Kate Moss right now is not this sheer taffeta monstrosity, but rather her male accessory. We haven't mentioned Pete Doherty on here, ever, I don't think, mostly because this site isn't called Go Drug Yourself. But I have just about had it with these two.

Listen, we've all made bad choices in the romance department. I once dated a man who had no refrigerator because "it was too loud next to [his] head." But does ANYONE ANYWHERE think Pete Doherty is a good bet romantically? He has -- and I think I can say this without using the "allegedly" -- drug problems. His teeth are a mess. He's often bleeding from the head. He falls down a lot. He's sweaty. He seems like it would be hard to have a conversation with him between the hours of 4 pm and noon. He's a total f'ing mess, and he's the sort of boy who, should you be dating him, prompts a lot of concerned conversations with your girlfriends including the words "loose cannon," "kind of greasy," and "your daughter's well-being." He's like the dating equivalent of wearing acid-washed short-shorts to your grandmother's funeral: totally inappropriate to the point that people begin to wonder if you've had a head injury.

And that's not chic at all.