Confessions on a dancefloor

Turns out Madonna might have some very surprising confessions to take to the Rabbi next time she heads off to her local Kabbalah centre. The Daily Mirror reckons Madge has developed a 'special friendship' (tabloid speak for 'the lawyers wouldn't let us say 'shagging' so we're bringing out all the old euphemisms') with Stuart Price, producer of her new album. She apparently spends all her free time hanging out at his house and neglecting poor hubby Guy, who's moping around at home, his career in tatters after he bought that Kabbalah crap hook, line and sinker.

So what's this Price geezer got that a washed up, mockney film director doesn't? Is he young? Check. Is he cool? Check, though he's not that hot to look at. Is he forbidden fruit? Check. Ah, that old chestnut.

So is this all tabloid bollocks? Well, they say there's no smoke without fire. Who'd have thought that the childfree Aniston-Pitts would become the family of four Jolie-Pitts? There's no telling which way a bored/amoral/ageing celeb will go. Madge's publicist has said it's all rubbish but let's not forget that the big M was married to Sean Penn and went out with Dennis Rodman. Based on that evidence, anything is possible. Maybe next year, we'll see the Jolie-Pitts morph into the Jolie-Ciccone.