If you had a choice between getting your weekly shop from a large, badly scarred man wearing a blood stained trenchcoat in an alley behind a derelict block of flats or a reputable high street supermarket, which would you choose?

Exactly. The boss-eyed fella with a rusty shank would have your custom every time. Why? Because of the sheer, unadulterated excitement that kind of grocery shopping provides. Nothing makes you alive like having to choose between a lettuce that's obviously been painstakingly filled with razorblades and its unadulterated and much less dangerous brother. That's right, lettuce have families too.

Which is why it may look like Lindsay's buying meth from a drug dealer in the above video but what she's actually doing is purchasing some bath salts from a travelling pharmacist. Good old bath salts. Or crystals. Bath crystals. Whatever. According to her rep:

"If they [the site that put the vid up originally] had taken the time to look into this a little bit further, they would have found out that the bag contained crystals from a local shop in Venice Beach."

Sounds reasonable. In fact it sounds more than reasonable. Well, we hope Lindsay has a lovely, warm bath in all those crystals. Might be a bit burny if they're not top grade bath crystals, but swings and roundabouts eh?

Ha ha. Crystals indeed.