Yay for M.I.A., saviour of punctuation and hero of the Grammy Awards, who reportedly went into labour just before taking the stage.

You know, I kind of love this: she’s like a fabulously flouncy Pregnancy Pinata ready to pop out a baseball team’s worth of bouncing Smurfs or Rapper Care Bears or something. Noted: that she very sensibly feels no obligation to enslave her feet, although I can think of flat shoes that would go better with a dress. This looks like she was walking home from work with her “real” shoes tucked into a spare ruffle somewhere. Yeah, yeah, rap, sneakers, I know, but these? These go with black or white jeans, not a dress modeled on a lampshade in Dolly Parton’s living room.

Also: the yellow bra? Over the line, my dear. Although, as you can see the Titty Fairy hasn’t really left her much in the way of a Pregnancy Pressie, so I suppose feels she has to make the most of them while they’re here.

After her appearance on the red carpet, she retired backstage to get dressed for her performance and, while there, felt the first contractions.

This? The only excuse is they shot the painkillers into her eyes by mistake.

Now people, this has just gone too far:

On the other hand, maybe at least one person has an excuse for only knowing four-letter words: