Bjork, Bjork, Bjork, Bjork, Bjork. Try to say that quickly and repeatedly, and then smile and wave when others cautiously back away from the weirdness that is Bjork. Speaking of the cutest whackjob ever, the lovely Bjork wore this curious little number at her weekend Westerpark concert in Amsterdam. Perhaps this wardrobe atrocity was meant to distract from her fucking weird music, which I do like but can only handle in very small doses. Two Bjork songs can hold me for about a year before I ask for more. In addition, the Suri Cruise incident still totally gives me the creeps. Yet I digress.

Bjork has recently claimed to have mailed a letter of advice to the always receptive Britney Spears:

The Icelandic singer was compelled to write to the ‘Toxic’ star because she sympathised with her struggle to deal with the pressures of fame.

She said of Spears: “I feel so sorry for her. I have sent some of my thoughts that I wrote down when I was going down similar stuff.

“I was able to move away though, but she can’t. But she can always stay at Iceland at my place.”

Whoa. The Icelandic princess just might be telling us that some Bjork crotch shots are floating around in the ether and just waiting to be discovered. On second thought . . .

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