if the singing isn't covering the rent anymore.

Yep. She's a funny-looking lass with a voice that could strip the hull-barnacles from a supertanker at a range of several hundred yards, a chin which must come in handy when she's trying to get pickles out of a jar and a back-catalogue syrupy enough to induce a diabetic coma in the unwary listener.

And I'm sure all my observations to this effect will hurt her grievously and she will be forced to mop her bitter tears with another multi-million dollar royalty cheque before putting on a brave face so she can head on to the stage at Vegas and not show yet another horde of adoring fans how much I have wounded her inside.

Undoubtably a victory for me, I feel.

And the barman says to her "Why the long face?"

If she asked me nicely, I would.

Given that no picture could make her seem any more ridiculous than her records already do, can we now hope that she'll set her lawyers on tracking down all her records and having them destroyed?