Poor old unlucky-in-love Carson Kressley - the Queer Eye/How To Look Good Naked host and stylist has been given the boot by his Australian boyfriend of eight months - you may recall he was the subject of an intensive investigative campaign, earlier in the year, courtesy of the Confidential crew - via email. Ouch, where's the love?

Sydney business manager George Maloukis admitted yesterday he regretted not telling the US star face-to-face their whirlwind, long-distance romance was over.

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Every now and again, as Defamer Australia peruses the daily news, we are given pause to wonder just how many people are actually running some of Australia's online news "presences". From crazy typos to hilarious Photoshops, their antics are a bottomless well of (unwitting) entertainment that suggests there is actually only one man and a couple of hamsters working in the "digital" departments. To wit, this fresh tidbit in Herald Sun Confidential's 'Confidential Reports' section:

Not only is it discussing last year's Idol prize fight, but it uses the year before's Damien Leith and Jessica "Do What You Do, Say What You Say" Mauboy to illustrate it. Incidentally, has anyone seen or heard from Natalie Gauci lately? Who's excited for this year's installment of the popular televisual talent quest franchise? Now now, one at a time, please!

Whether we like it or not (and I don't), and particularly since he's stopped swimming competitively and tends to hang out at fashion events and on Australia's Next Top Model, Ian Thorpe's sexuality has become a hotly debated topic of conversation amongst the gossip set.

To wit, this piece from today's Herald Sun Confidential, which is a run-on from discussing an interview Thorpe gave in Who in which he was evasive about his love life:

Gender specifics aside, the real test may come when the Foxtel personality appears on Rove to promote the History Channel's swimming special this Sunday night.

How will Thorpe respond to Rove's trademark question "Who would you turn gay for?"

What would be great would be if Thorpey turned up clutching a handbag, squealed about Armani and Liza Minelli all night, and then hollered "BARBRA STREISAND!!" when Rove asks said question, before dumping a bucket of porridge on Rove's head, shouting "punk'd!" and then performing Judas Priest's Breakin' The Law as a torch song backed by the Tony Bartuccio Dancers.

That ought to at least shut them up through the powers of extreme confusion if nothing else.