Congratulations, The Paparazzi - she's in hospital!
Events are still kind of sketchy because they are happening right now,
but what seems to have happened is that after an evening wandering
around showing the world her tits, getting changed five times and popping
in and out of that weird English accent, Britney's mother turned up
along with a psychiatrist who evaluated her as being slighty barking
and in need of help (erm, the world has been saying that for the past six
months - Ed).
Now I'm no police co-ordination expert, but I would assume that if you
need to get someone to hospital quickly and with the minimum of fuss then two
helicopters and 12 police cars probably isn't the right way of going
about it. What the fuck did they think was going to happen? Al
Qaeda strike? Britney doing a Dr. Richard Kimble and going on the run
after crashing her ambulance onto a train track before clearing her
name at some convention of paparazzi and court judges? LET'S HOPE SO!
But seriously - she's ill, she's lost her marriage and kids, she
doesn't know what the fuck she's doing and hasn't done for some time.
Let her be.