Rihanna pines for Chris Brown

Oprah must be America’s talk show version of John Farnham. Or, for our international readers, the glam rockers KISS. One farewell tour but they can just never say die. They keep coming back again and again and again. Which likens them to Oprah, don’t you think? Is that self-obsessed, narcissistic, money-hungry, ego-driven fame whore ever going to go away?

To give credit where it’s due, Oprah does give a good interview. And gets the best interviews.

Last week, the talk show juggernaut landed an interview with Rihanna (who doesn’t mind a spliff every now and then. But don’t take my word for it. The pop star happily and regularly tweets photos of herself blowing out an unidentified smoky substance. I’m guessing she’s not smoking a Marlboro Light).

The Olympic con

I really could not care less about world records or Olympic gold medals, but put Kate Moss on stage being a fierce bitch or the Spice Girls reuniting one last time (and Posh looking so embarrassed about the whole thing), and I’m close to tears. True Olympic glory.

 The Olympics are sold to us as this noble, honourable thing. Sponsored by Coca Cola and McDonalds. For a few hundred million dollars each. The soft drink and fast food companies turned the whole event into a bit of a farce.

All the Olympics are good for now are to see all those amazing bodies and appreciate them on purely an aesthetic level. 

Athletes with bodies honed to perfection running faster or jumping higher than everyone else. That’s hardly inspiring. 

If you want true inspiration, look to the Paralympic Games. Participants who are living with a disability that are competing on a world stage. That is ten times as inspiring, but I think they would be lucky to have a tenth of the media coverage.