Day 21...

Good morning. Hope you're dealing with the snow better than I am.

We have another returnee for the advent calendar, simply because they're annoying as much this year as they were 12 months ago, and it's another case of bafflement as to why they're so revered, especially considering their past.

Ladies and gentlemen...

... Cheryl Cole.

Back in 2003, bruiser Tweedy (as she was then known) tried taking some lollipops from the toilets of The Drink nightclub in Guildford. The attendant tried stopping her as she had to pay for them. Obviously, this was unacceptable, and the attendant was punched by Tweedy. During the incident, she called Sophie Amogbokpa, the attendant, a "black bitch," and said "go and get that Caribbean jigaboo back up here and I will give her another one." Nice.

Of course, this whole incident was brushed under the carpet, and Tweedy, twice suspended from school (once for fighting) is now enjoying a career of judging the talent of others (which really doesn't sit well at all, as though irony was made of osmium to make it heavier), and making piss-poor music, simultaneously advertising shampoo that gives you a "healthy Cheyenne".

Quite why you'd want to acquire a healthy Cheyenne, I don't know. Perhaps you have to send off tokens.

It would take a very cynical person to even suggest that her recently-ended marriage to Ashley Cole was a celebrity-culture marriage of convenience to quash accusations of racism. Thankfully, I'm not cynical enough for that.

So here we are, about to enter a new year, and pudding-faced slugger Cole is still fucking well everywhere. Her music is cacophonous, her crocodile tears wash over the stupid and the easily led, and it turns my stomach that such a vile bully with dead, soulless eyes is so adored and allowed on television. It sends out a poor message that this is what young girls have to aspire to.

Seemingly, the only thing that will get rid of her is if she shoots herself in the foot. Given her past, she's not too bright but extremely self-serving; it's a delicate balance, but one prays that she'll do something very, very stupid soon that will remind everyone what a nasty thug she's capable of being.

Back tomorrow!