BRIT-FATIGUE DOWN DOWN DEEPER AND DOWN
According to the awfully middle-class gossip rag - Observer Magazine this last Sunday, there is a trend observed where the UK celebrates difference vis-a-vis the nether regions of cele-brats-pees and sees.

It has been the case that some male bands have tried their best to parade on stage naughty bits with testicles and unmentionable things attached to this pubic relations stunt. Shame about the poor bloke on the drums but they are, it is said, wanking on that already. Display yer dirty bits say the Brits. Oh yes and recently one female piss-artist of fame wet her pants on stage and did not even smell it. Rumour had it that the prompt ( that poor person hidden away and close by and under so that the singer would be able to remember the words from the help of the scroll) decided to have a shit. This just in reply and as a big thank you for all that smell of moist stinking rivulets running down the piss-artists legs. But the big pee-for-romance now comes from a continuation of the boring "anything goes so long as it pays" kind of stuff that journalists from Observer Magazine get paid to write.

Now, we are told in print, that Brit Spears finds her new power of self-esteem through displaying her nether naughty bits in public. Did this Brit get an extra few stiches put in after the birth? Or, as some have joked about in private conversations, are those brains-between-the-legs of Brit Spears just getting closed up again. But the Observer Magazine, in the wisdom of gossip rags, finds a new kind of self esteem popping out here.
Comment?
OK : After seeing a fair amount of nether regions in the past and after washing them after the normal human movements I just cannot see the big deal here. After sun bathing naked I say so what. After a good family sauna I ask : what the hell is this Brit thing? Is there a problem with the Brit-Bodies? Why the hell does this type of thing make the money to keep rags like Observer magazine going?
Bring back our "Muffin the Mule"?