Britney spears has broken up with paparazzi boyfriend Adnan Ghalib after a blazing row, according to today’s sun newspaper.

The couple apparently argued after was convinced Ghalib was cheating on her, and in the following altercation the pop star ended up throwing a brand new iPhone into her swimming pool.

‘X Factor’ judge Simon Cowell has hit out at pop singer Britney Spears, saying that she only has herself to blame for her recent troubles.

Cowell said of Spears: “I think she’s manipulated the whole thing, like waving a pregnancy test at the cameras.”

“I’ve heard she won’t leave the house until there are enough photographers there,” he said.

“Even some of the biggest celebrities in the world manage to have a quiet life. Look at Tom Hanks, no one bothers him. So it is possible.

He also slated Spears’ last album ‘Blackout’, saying: “I hated Britney’s last album.”

“That song ‘Gimme More’ sounded like a ringtone - it reminded me of that awful ‘Crazy Frog’ song. Utter rubbish. She could well have had her last No.1. And certainly her last meaningful one.”

Singer Amy Winehouse will not face charges in connection with an alleged conspiracy to pervert the course of justice involving her husband.

Police are taking no further action against the star, Scotland Yard said.

She was arrested “by appointment” in December and voluntarily attended a police station.

Evander Holyfield arrives in Glasgow this week for the latest leg of a promotional tour of Great Britain to publicise his autobiography. There will be a stir of interest but nothing like the fanfare of adulation reserved for the heavyweight champion of the world during the sport’s golden era.

At 45, and with an historic career now captivatingly committed to hardback, this should be a fitting and graceful celebration of the only four-time heavyweight champion. Past tense. If only. With the division’s credibility in the midst of an elongated 10-count, Holyfield’s refusal to stay honourable in an increasingly dishonourable profession has spawned a commercially profitable but morally bankrupt spectacle that will confirm the sport’s sorry descent to self-parody.

Holyfield has revealed his intention to fight Mike Tyson, a bloated 41-year-old nightcrawler, and thus complete a trilogy that ought to be promoted by Tim Burton. The sad part is that not only will the geriatric bout be sanctioned by an opportunist state boxing commission but is also likely to draw a capacity crowd and a Pay Per View subscription in the millions.

It will, alas, provide as much thrilling combat and sporting prowess as Giant Haystacks versus Big Daddy. Boxing is in a state of depression and its most prestigious title has been devalued to the point of worthlessness. How ironic that a sport that for decades adopted a policy of affirmative action in order to unearth The Great White Hope has shamelessly indulged in a reverse ferret with a steady heartbeat the only essential criterion.

At present, the titles have been monopolised by Eastern European brawlers with as much subtlety in the brutal art as an average nightclub doorman. What makes Holyfield/Tyson III so appealing? In short, the pitiful pit-a-pat session between Wladimir Klitschko and Sultan Ibragimov last weekend that denigrated the fine traditions of Madison Square Garden. Save for the sibling rivalry of the Klitschko brothers, a non-starter according to both, there is not a legitimate contest worthy of the name for the foreseeable future.

Oleg Maskaev v Samuel Peter? It wouldn’t draw a crowd if it took place on Sauchiehall Street. Somehow, the elder of the Klitschko brothers now holds the IBO, IBF and WBU versions of the heavyweight crown after his slow-motion waltz with Ibragimov. Ruslan Chagaev, a tubby Uzbek, grappled successfully with Matt Skelton for 12 insufferable rounds to squeeze the WBA belt around his waist while Maskaev, of Khazakhstan, will give Nigeria’s Peter another opportunity to choke at championship level with the WBC title at stake.

This barren landscape is what makes the illogical logical. Faced with the global phenomenon of Mixed Martial Arts, promoters have little alternative but to wallow in harmful nostalgia. Holyfield’s legacy is, in time, likely to have been caused untold damage with his forlorn hope of retiring as undisputed heavyweight champion. The worst of it is that his faculties remain intact after two decades in the ring. This has been a considered journey into pugilistic dotage.

A pointless comeback has already produced three consecutive losses to opponents who would not have lasted a sparring session against the beefed-up cruiserweight in his prime: Chris Byrd, James Toney and the journeyman Larry Donald. It is difficult for a mere mortal to comprehend Holyfield’s persistence in obtaining one last, paper title 14 years after his initial retirement. Recent history suggests Holyfield can remain active until his 60s and still get no closer to achieving his unfathomable ambition.

Even with nine children to provide for, a £100m fortune should keep his entire family in the lifestyle to which they have become accustomed. Money is not his motivation but for all his noble Christian values and articulate explanation, Holyfield’s rationale is flawed. And what of Tyson? He has been the main attraction of pugilism’s decline to PT Barnum territory from the moment he left jail with a rape conviction.

The heavyweight division has not seen the likes of Tyson before or since his short-lived but devastating prime. As a raw teenager he possessed the strength of a rhinoceros and the athleticism of a middleweight. His last win of substance occurred in 1991 when he vanquished Donovan Razor’ Ruddock for a second time; reclaiming titles from Frank Bruno and Bruce Seldon were akin to relieving the school geek of his lunch money.

A curious thing happened to Tyson. A courteous and softly spoken teen, he now speaks with a pronounced slur. The Baddest Man on the Planet has been rebranded as pugilism’s pantomime villain.

More recently, he has come off second best to the tax man and the recreational drug dealer. He last approached a boxing ring as a hammy extra in Rocky Balboa, was embroiled in embarrassing defeats to Danny Williams and Kevin McNeely and is now reported to have ballooned to more than 20 stone. A third instalment of the Holyfield v Tyson franchise will capture the imagination, and crucially the dollars, all the way to the opening bell. The moral of the story? It is okay to bite the ear that feeds you.

Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger only survived an assassination attempt by Hells Angels members nearly 40 years ago because a boat carrying his would-be killers was swamped in a storm, according to a new BBC documentary.

The details of a plot to kill the British rocker were revealed by an FBI agent as part of a series, “The FBI at 100,” which is to be aired on BBC Radio 4 on Monday.

Tom Mangold, who presents the series, told Britain’s Sunday Telegraph newspaper that Jagger fell out with the Hells Angels after a member of the notorious gang killed a fan during the band’s infamous free concert at Altamont in 1969.

The Stones had hired the local chapter to provide security for the poorly planned concert near San Francisco. The bikers terrorized the crowd, and were offended by Jagger’s effeminate dancing. One of them stabbed 18-year-old Meredith Hunter to death in front of the stage. The chaos was immortalized in the documentary “Gimme Shelter.”

The Hells Angels felt they had been duped by Jagger as fingers were pointed in the aftermath of the concert. Former special agent Mark Young, who was interviewed for the BBC series, said a boatload of Hells Angels set out to take revenge on Jagger at his holiday home in the Hamptons, near New York City.

“The Hells Angels were so angered by Jagger’s treatment of them that they decided to kill him,” Mangold told the newspaper.

“They planned the attack from the sea so they could enter his property from the garden and avoid security at the front. The boat was hit by a storm and all of the men were thrown overboard. All survived and there was not said to have been any further attempt on Jagger’s life.”

Alan Passaro was arrested and tried for Hunter’s murder in 1972 but was acquitted after a jury concluded that he had acted in self-defense because Hunter was carrying a handgun. Passaro later drowned in an accident.