In February it was all about…

Dirty girl

H getting his knobbage out, Simon Webbe describing his in loving detail, Harry Potter whacking it out live on stage, oh, and some non-penage related issues…

We got H off-of Steps to take his little panties off (after we’d beated seven shaades of the shiny stuff out of him). The world went mad. Got in the papers and everything!

Kylie was a very busy lady, kicking off her own V&A show of old knickers and falling out with that Olivier Martinez character (who was always too good for her, if a little on the short side).

Kevin Federline got his throat cut all in the name of art.

We started laying into dirty Ulrika Johnsson. 53% of you voted her an old trout.

Marc Jacobs opened his first shop in London’s glittering London. We were ever so grateful.

The delicious Simon Webbe off-of Blue described his very own penage as… ‘like a nice banana. not so ripe. It’s kind of greenish. It’s really smooth. Without the spots basically.’ Honey, we’re concerned. Seek help.

We tried – single handedly! – to save cheap sarnie emporium Benjy’s from closure (are builders supposed to be eating paninis now, then?). We failed and will never again taste a 90p sausage muffin. 

The Police announced that they were reforming. Oh, break it to us like that, why don’t you?

Anna Nicole Smith danced her last lap-dance on this mortal coil. She was too fragile for this harsh world.

The Brits confirmed everyone’s inkling that Joss Stone was a twat.

Uncle Calvin Klein released a new bunch of undies, this time with a golden waistband exclusively in Selfridges. They were lovely and washed up quoite noice.

Jamelia (‘J’ for j’adore) took her lily white panties off to save some lovely bunny rabbits.

Britney of Spears shaved her head. We blame the drugs. Can make a girl do funny things. Helpful as ever, we suggested some nice, what are these?, wigs.

That nice Bradley Pitt got his baps out in a magoizeen.

Harry Potter got his knobbage out live on a West End stage in Equus. Our man in the front stalls (seven nights in a row) reported it to be smallish and mushroomish (we’re assuming that’s visually, not in terms of taste or smell).

Mika became the face of Paul Smith. For real!

We had a fabulous and very rude encounter with Janice Dickinson. If only we could tell you what she got that gay man to do while she was in her bath. Shocking!

It was a pretty slow month for music. This was about the best of a bad bunch…

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