I can’t quite believe that I’m even writing about this, but I suppose it’s what you suckers want to read.  Or I’m massively underestimating you.  I don’t need to underestimate myself; the bar is already set woefully low.  But, it’s just come up so to prove that I don’t just outsource all this to Laos weeks in advance, here’s a quick rundown.  How does this relate to what SBM is about?  Fucked if I know.  They’re sort of rich I guess?  Find out more after the jump.

So the unthinkable has happened – a couple who have got together in the great British tradition of hooking up for a mutual publicity boost have split up.  An announcement was made by the couple’s management company (why of course!) that after four and a half years of vapid storytelling/marriage, the couple are to go their separate ways.  Well stone me.  The couple have two kids, Junior and Princess Tamiiaaaiiiaia or whatever her name is, and I’m sure if they’d made it work, baby Magazine Rack would have made a wonderful OK! photo spread.  Now I can’t make too many controversial comments about family matters, as the News of the World got the trousers sued off them last year for intimating that the two were bad parents.

So I’m not intimating anything.  Lawyers.  No reason has yet been cited for the breakup, but genuinely wish the two luck in their future careers as reality personalities.  The pair “have both requested that the media respect their families’ privacy at this difficult time”.  Oh please.  Wouldn’t want to put you both out of a job!