I've been having somewhat of a maudlin day. Various things have conspired to leave my ego a little tender, a little bruised.But all that pales in comparison to the tragic end to one of the great romances of our time: Pamela Anderson and Rick Saloman.
The couple wed in October last year, separated in December, and now, despite all my hopes for a reconciliation, have officially annulled their union.
You may not know Rick Salomon by face or name, but you'd certainly know him by arse - he was the gentlemen fawned over lovingly by then-girlfriend Paris Hilton in a very tasteful and classy night-vision movie called "One Night in Paris".
Pamela herself is no stranger to au naturel on-screen performances: indeed, her cinematic exploits with first husband Tommy Lee really blazed the trail of homemade celebrity sex tapes.
I'm sorry, but if you can't believe in the romance between these two pioneers of celebrity porn, what can you believe in? Posh & Becks? I think not.
Excuse me, I just have something in my eye... *eep*.
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