LiLo can’t escape Mean Boys

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N a year, when pretty much everything has gone to hell, burning the handcart en route, let’s stop to appreciate Lindsay Lohan, the unlikely sanity saviour (ours, not hers).

Since Bowie died in early January, sleb news has, like the rest of the endless cycle, been unrelentingly grim. But here’s Lindsay, bringing us back to a halcyon time, when the doings of the not so great and not so good, weren’t drowned out by death and destruction.

Lindsay (left) does a good line in destruction but limits it to herself. The latest chapter in the life of the former teen starlet (who amazingly is still only 30) has all the usual Lohan hallmarks — romantic trouble, police involvement and of course her fame-hungry father Michael offering his two cents. This time though, there’s a new Lohan component, possibly a new Lohan! Michael claims Lindsay is pregnant. (Good work Grandpa, did you ever hear of this thing called discretion? No, thought not.)

Last weekend Lilo’s relationship with fiancé Egor Tarabasov publicly imploded in London in an incident involving Instagram and the arrival of the Peelers. Lindsay has, quite wisely, removed herself from her home, gone away and apologised for making the whole mess public. Dad Michael though can’t get enough of showing ‘concern’ for his famous daughter. We missed you Linds. Michael, not so much.