In case you managed to miss the TV ads, a crowd of journalists were gathered outside Osbourne Manor barking questions at a limo while Sharon woodenly delivered "I cannot comment" lines before settling back into the car seat to read her own story in the Sun.
Actually, this was a little more honest than Sharon probably expected - who, except a desperate publicity whore would wind down their car's tinted windows to be photographed when she was contractually obliged to not say anything? And isn't there something a little too revealing in her stilted delivery of some words scripted by someone else forbidding her from talking about her own life to anyone else, because she's sold it for a handfull of beans to Rupert Murdoch? And the final scene, of Sharon settling down to look at herself in the papers - presumably she's off taking the paper to be framed - really does sum up the self-obsession of the woman.
What is puzzling, though, is why The Sun thinks that Sharon's story is not only worth paying for, but apparently today's big news...
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