George Michael must be pleased with his latest public sex scandal. The momentum of the last one must have run it's course by now. Now his whole raison d'etre has had a boost he can write a dozen more preposterously self-indulgent, po-faced, soul-baring songs about the view from his implausibly high, morally superior closet ivory tower.... What else does he ever write about? It's like Cliff Richard vowing to make records until the end of his days. What else is he going to do? settle down and have a family? Maybe they should collaborate....

(I must be feeling particularly catty tonight - miaouw!)