Here is a picture of Barry Manilow, writer of some of this centuries finest love songs, and yet the one person in the world you would least like to sing them to you. What does Manilow look like in this pic? Office suggestions have included a cat, a dog, a rat (basically all the symbols of the Chinese new year combined) and a character out of The Dark Crystal. Whatever it is, it isn't nice and we don't want to think about it anymore. 

Kudos to Barry, it's no mean feat making John Lydon look like an oil painting- though perhaps he would rather look like a butter painting, ho ho ho. Has John been lending some of his beloved Country Life to Irina Shayk? On this trip to the Metropolitan Museum she looked like she'd been rubbing her face in the stuff. Slick. Irina is actually becoming the female counterpart of bf Cristiano Ronaldo, which is not a good thing.