Revelation from a Gossip Mag

Five year-old mags The other day I was at Sydney airport and I found myself sitting in a teeny weeny coffee shop drinking a very over-priced and extremely average cup of luke-warm decaf coffee. I know, I know - you don't need to tell me. Anyway, to compliment my less-than-inspiring beverage, I thought I'd stimulate my bored mind by making the most of some of the five year-old trashy mags on offer for us lucky coffee shop patrons. Yip-frickin-ee. Amy who? As I'm not a big reader of gossip-type