Okay, I can’t resist. It’s time to talk trash about Britney again. No, I’m not referring to her bizarre antics which pay the global paparazzi’s bills, her shocking taste in men and personal assistants, the war with her family or even her dubious parenting style. Rather, let’s focus on her abysmal fashion taste.

How can one very rich woman get it so very wrong? Even after a shopping spree at Leona Edmiston’s Los Angeles store last month, Brit Brit still managed to look rough. Not that she must have thought so, since she left the store in one of the designer’s pretty black and red printed jersey frocks and red suede sandals. It’s the kind of look Clare Danes or Nicole Kidman would have looked deliciously demure in. Britney meanwhile looked like a frump. A cheap, tacky frump.

At least she was covered up. In recent months we’ve seen her breasts falling out of an emerald satin dress she had on backwards for some reason. And we’ve also been subjected to her dodgy, mismatching underwear when she stripped for an impromptu dip in the ocean. Surprise, surprise her knickers turned transparent and the paparazzi who record her every move got more than they bargained for.

That’s the thing with Britney. It’s not like she doesn’t know she’s going to be filmed every time she steps out. She knows the world is watching and even that isn’t enough to encourage her to lift her game in the fashion stakes.

Take the outfits she chose for filming a new music video. A cropped leather vest, hipster briefs and torn fishnets accessorised with a stripper’s pole for one scene. Pillbox hat, black mini and leather knee-highs for another. Way to tell the world you really are nothing but trailer trash, girl.

Harsh? Maybe. But when you’re trying to stage a comeback surely the easiest way to signal you’re on the right track after all is by making the right fashion moves. Somebody call that girl a stylist. It’s not like she can’t afford it.