After being caught and charged twice last year for DUI (that's driving under the influence to anyone who doesn't watch America's Most Shocking Videos) she is about to begin a rehabilitation programme of community service created to show her the aftermath of such crimes.

The judge agreed to a prison 'term' of just 84 minutes - which hardly seems worth it if you ask me - because her legal team negotiated a plea-bargaining deal that she would be sent to work in a hospital emergency ward for two days, followed by two four-hour sessions in a morgue.

This came just months after fellow LA party girl and on/off friend Paris Hilton was allowed home after serving just a fraction of her 45-day sentence for a DUI-related crime.

Meanwhile, Keifer Sutherland, son of Donald and the star of FBI series 24 was released on Tuesday after serving 48 full days for a similar drink-driving offence.

There's a popular phrase on US cop shows: 'Do the Crime: Do the Time'.

In real life this sometimes doesn't appear to apply if you happen to be a pretty starlet.

No holds barred in ice hockey

Let's Go Giants, Let's Go! You don't need to know diddly- squat about ice hockey to enjoy watching the Belfast Giants. The atmosphere is enough to get you leaping to your feet and shouting like a lunatic every time the puck (I think it's called) gets whacked near the goal posts (or is it 'nets'?).

Just follow the crowd and glance occasionally at the score board - if you can take your eyes off the players that is ...

Ok, so I confess, the best part about seeing the Giants is actually, well, seeing the Giants.

Their amazing physiques may be padded and moulded to super-human proportions, but so what? The sheer agility with which they whizz across the ice at break-neck speed is dazzling to behold.

In fact, I challenge any hot-blooded female (or gay man, let's not be sexist) to sit through a match and not be completely ... er ... enthralled by the spectacle.

The fact that it's a low-down and dirty game which usually involves - nay, actively encourages - countless fights, fisticuffs and fracas only adds to the appeal.

Saturday's game against our arch-rivals Manchester Phoenix was a fine example. While the kids cheered and whooped with delight at each bash, thrash and whack, I was gazing through the testosterone haze at my favourite view of the night: the Johnsons of the Giants.

And, for once, I'm not being rude. I mean the two players who share the same name and a special place in my heart: Shane Johnson and Trevor Johnson. Guys you can gatecrash my Sin-Bin anytime.

Food for thought . . .

Is it poor programme scheduling or intentional cruelty which has lead to so many gourmet cookery programmes being shown in the month when we're all supposed to be stressing about our weight? i finally gave in to peer pressure and half-heartedly started a diet, only to find Masterchef on TV both in the morning and at night. Now, I start the day pining for pan-fried scallops on a bed of spinach with parmesan and pancetta crostini, and fall asleep longing for lightly poached monkfish in a beurre blanc sauce served with celeriac mash and al dente asparagus tips.