Hi guys, it’s Sarah today.  There’s really nothing going on except for more of the same crap about Jon & Kate and Miss Homophobic California, and I would imagine you guys are at least as sick and tired of those people and their boring bullshit as I am.  So let’s take a minute to talk about Victoria Beckham and wtf she was wearing to fly into Heathrow, shall we?

God, I love how crazy Posh is.  I love how she looks like an orange android and dresses like she’s from a 1992 music video set 180 years in the future.  Normal people wear pajamas on airplanes, or maybe some yoga pants if they’re feeling fancy.  Posh?  Yeah, she’s dressed like what would happen if Elton John designed a militaristic Barbie doll for some kind of “support the troops” charity and then some Weird Science shit happened and it came to life.  Only angrier.  I love it all.  Also, I suspect at least one of her boys is folded up and packed neatly away in that ginormous bag.  I mean c’mon, Cruz would fit in there for sure, at least.

The only thing I’m not loving right now is how skinny she’s looking.  She’s always been wee because everybody knows she only believes in, like, Diet Coke and salad… but she’s starting to look a little rickety, especially around the wrists and collarbone.  Eat a sandwich, Posh.  Hell, even a Lean Cuisine.  Eat something.  You can’t waste away and leave me without the sparkle of your insanity to brighten my days, you heartless monster!

Arriving in London: