Not only are we lost in showbiz round here, we also mix with it, too. And mix with it hard baby. Because she is, like, totally stalking us Madonna is shooting her latest contribution to cinema's timeless oeuvre just up the road from Guardian towers.
In fact, she's shooting it in the local chemist because, we are reliably informed by my incredibly well-placed A-list spies (i.e., I read it in an inferior rag) it's about her totally credible friendship with an Indian chemist. Oh believe you me, we've reserved our tickets down at Whiteley's already. After hanging around outside the aforementioned and now historic chemist for about, ooh, two hours this morning I can report to you the following:
1. She was wearing a green tracksuit. She may be (reputedly) outgrowing Guy but she's still clinging onto his posho promotion of chav fashion. It's so sad, isn't it, to see a woman clinging onto the last fibers of a dying relationship.
2. Her skin was very white.
3. And pulled freakishly tight around her face.
4. Her bodyguard kept trying to stand between her and the sea of mobile camera phones but Madonna - who's all about the little people, you know - kept kindly moving around so the public could record her for all of Nokia's posterity.
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