Those of you who read this blog with some form of regularity will know my feelings on the subject gracing the front of this week's Woman's Weekly. As sure as the sun sets in the west and Paris Hilton is a publicity whore, the New Year brings yet another round of rumours about a Nicole Kidman pregnancy.

'Nicole: Pregnant at last?' blares the headline, one which I am taking with an extraordinarily large amount of salt. Never before has one woman been subject of so many pregnancy rumours - some, if those with their fingers on the pulse are to be believed, started by Ms Kidman herself.

According to the Weekly Nic is indeed in the family way courtesy of He Of The Thin Lips, but is reluctant to announce anything because of previous pregnancy difficulties.

Apparently Nicole's hideous Balenciaga silver suit which she wore in Sydney late last year (making her look like a carrot ready for the roasting pan), was a careful ruse to hide a burgeoning baby bump. Ingenious, as we were all struck blind by her shiny getup.

Nicole has long been hoping for a child, and for her sake I hope she really is having a baby. But as I've said before, I won't believe there's a bun in the oven until I see the little Urban crowning.

How's this for creepy though? "Her fans have been praying too, sending devotions on her behalf to a Catholic shrine in Florida, which is dedicated to conception and safe delivery."

And, interestingly, you can't have Botox when you're pregnant. I'm just saying.

There's a Kiwi flavour to the two big mags this week, with New Idea choosing former Breakfast presenter Kay Gregory to ring in the New Year with tales of her relaxed family life since she and TVNZ parted ways. She graces its pages with her lookalike daughter Kerry, and apparently the mother and daughter pair 'share clothes and often raid each other's wardrobes.'

Now call me crazy, but every 15-year-old girl I've ever known would rather walk down the street naked than wear their mum's getup. Maybe they breed them differently down in the Waikato?

Things must have been pretty quiet round the Coc-Kroft residence of late, as Lana's still going on about the after-effects of that time she cut her foot on some Fijian coral and had to be flown back to hospital in New Zealand. Dramatic? Yes. Newsworthy? Not on your nelly. I mean I know we're not reading the New York Times here, but it happened four years ago! And this still warrants a four page spread in the Woman's Day?

Don't believe anyone who tells you celebs are just like us. They're richer, generally better looking and entirely more insane. But even the celebs on the front of the NW this week have chilled out over the festive season and relaxed their dietary regime. Except for the brilliant Beth Ditto, whose sole diet mantra is 'eat.'

'Stuff The Diet' declares the NW cover, with pics of Lara Flynn Boyle's double chin (did you ever think that would happen?) and Lindsay Lohan with a bit more meat on her thighs. Somehow I'm not convinced they spent two weeks pigging out on ham, boxes of Favourites and cashew nuts like I did, but it's a welcome sight.

Mischa Barton apparently couldn't bear to be the only one in her bunch of Hollywood starlets without a criminal record, and so found herself busted for drunk driving, possession of narcotics and driving without a valid licence just before Christmas. NW has pics of the actress doing the walk of shame out of a Hollywood police station after her night behind bars with her grim-faced parents.

The Weekly reports that Barton has "threatened to quit acting" following her arrest. Oh no, wait, Mischa. Please don't. The world needs shows like The OC. And your new movie about escaping to Russia to chase t.A.T.u. around the countryside has masterpiece written all over it.

Relax, Aniston fans. The Day reports Jen has made peace with her BFF, Courteney Cox Arquette, and is all fired up for a new year without a mention of Those Two.

And how's she changing her life for the better? By getting skinnier. Way to look beyond the superficial, Jen. She's taking up the nasty sounding Master Cleanse diet which saw Beyonce drop 9kg for her part in Dreamgirls, a regimen which the singer says made her 'evil.'

An evil Beyonce? Now that I'd like to see.

Lindsay Lohan is snapped in the Day straddling a hunky Italian, one of three guys she copped off with on her New Year holiday in Capri. The photos don't show the troubled actress spectacularly falling off the wagon later in the evening, when she was caught necking champagne from the bottle and throwing back vodkas. Anyone else smell a major relapse?

Curiously, New Idea runs a story trumpeting Katie Holmes as 'the new Audrey Hepburn,' according to her latest co-star Diane Keaton. Mind you, Diane spent most of the 70s going out with Woody Allen, so I wouldn't refer to her on matters of taste.

Granted, Katie is beautiful, but I don't remember the exquisite Audrey Hepburn having an over-enthusiastic husband who dressed her like an old woman and jumped around on people's couches.

And that's all from the mags this week!