Diminutive (for ‘diminutive’ read ‘freakishly undersized’) pop star (for ‘pop star’ read ‘someone who is famous for nothing in particular, certainly not her singing ability’) Kylie (for ‘Kylie’ read ‘silly old tart who ought to know better’) has a new record coming out.
*tumbleweed can’t even be bothered to roll across the street*
The single is called… Oh, shall we just stop here? The Into the Blue thing is all the clue you’re going to get (Yes, it’s called ‘Into the Blue’ – we can hardly contain our indifference!) It’s going to be in March. It’s going to be the same old nonsense. She’s going to spend the whole series of The Voice bigging it up.
We who have met her on several occasions would hereby like to state that she is small and stupid, like a younger (but not much younger) Joan Collins. Without all that talent.
'Kylie is back on the dancefloor!' says the press release! 'Even shits don't give a shit!' say we,