Coulda' sworn I saw a notorious hotel heiress in the foyer this morning. But then reality set in and I discovered it was somebody else - of course. You see, sometime in the last several months it seems that Ms. Hilton magically went from 'small and perky' to about a 38DD (dinner for 6) cup size; likely requiring an entirely new wardrobe as she would've literally busted out of any of her old rags.

Dang. Must be about 5 kilos of silicon in those things. Surprised she doesn't fall over.

The girl I saw was a dead ringer except for a) the distinct lack of bling, and b) the lack of such extreme cleavage.

Though I should note: One of the more pleasant aspects of living in Australia is that 'small and perky' is as alien a concept as American football.