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Mark Savage is a tit.

That's BBC Entertainment reporter Mark Savage.

Now, this being the intenet and all, you're doubtless well aware of Ms Britney Spears distressing appearance at some telly do or other.

(I'll have to pause here in wonderment that I'm actually writing a blog post [in part] about Britney Spears).

You've all seen it, it was unedifying, the girl was blitzed out of her skull.

Now, whether or not she's brought it on herself I don't care. She's a grown woman, she makes her own decisions. Generally bad ones, it would seem. What I object to is Savage's descrition of her as "out-of-shape." I saw the footage, and thought Ms Spears looked a damn sight healthier (if you can ignore the blank, zombie eyes) than she has for some time. Referring to someone who looks a normal, healthy weight as being "out of shape" is callous, irresponsible and in itself a cause of the celebrity disease of which Ms Spears is so distressingly obvious a symptom.

So, I repeat. Mark Savage is a tit.

In other news, the new issue of the soon to be relaunched Neon Highway is down to the last few arguments and thrashings-out of bits and bobs. Subs details and what have you up here soon.

In further writing-related news, there's a new Ormskirk Short Story up, after a sixteen-month hiatus. To be fair, I was getting married and buying a house, so I was pretty busy. The next couple of months see the neon highway relaunch, the business opening and (gulp) the birth of Coastalbaby. So I don't know how regularly I'll manage to get anything up there. But it feels good to get something on the board, at any road. Write and let me know what you think.

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