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Our recent entertainment news involving celebrity gossip is Sinead O'Connor, that musical idol of the 80's and 90's, who has been staying below the radar these last few years. She seems to have been intent on keeping a low profile, perhaps taking it slowly, having gotten off the fast track rat race, holed up in a mansion in some quiet and secluded suburb, still writing once in a while and dreaming artistic dreams.

But then it seems that her adolescent hormones suddenly kicked off again and surprised the hell out of everyone's butts. It first came out in the Irish Independent: O' Connor declared herself feeling a little bit unfulfilled as of late. She was quoted as saying that her sexual situation is so in the mud that even inanimate household objects are beginning to arouse her sexual interest and attention, yams in particular getting a special mention. Do yams look like some young stars' organs?

This famous (or is that notorious?) Irish song writer and singer recently admitted that she considered signing up in a dating agency in Ireland. Then she announced her needs in public: she is in desperate need of a sweet and sex depraved male.

And not just any sweet and sex depraved male. She even outlined her requirements for her latest man. New applicants must at least be forty four years old. So it's not young meat after all. There's goes my young celebrity gossip material. Hey, older guys out there, have you signed up yet? How's the queue?

His name must not be Brian or Nigel. What the...? It must be trauma. She must have been molested in her teens by an uncle named Nigel. And maybe she had a gay BFF named Brian who regularly jacked off over her boyfriends' biceps.

She likes a hairy body. Well, that's the first time I've heard of a chest hair fetish. Waxed or buffed? O'Connor said: you need not apply.

And the man must be "snuggly" and not simply a wham bam thank-you-Ma'am. Wow! The emotional angle - maturity sure somehow creeps into you with age, whether you like it or not.

Her next criterion: must be a wham-bam. I take back what I just said about maturity.

And the icing on top of it all: the guy has to like his own mother.

Accordingly, O'Connor seems to have received a lot of replies already from a lot of sweet guys. Her promised follow up below is definitely the most important piece of recent news that will hit you except if you are in New York, where that apocalyptic monster hurricane hitting you will relegate O'Connor's blog to second place.

The first is a yummy freak with a set of yummy bad behaviors with a rude attitude. And gorgeous, to boot! He asked to prove himself a gentleman by not revealing all the delicious games that would happen between them. And meet in a public place for several weeks to prove his sincerity. Bad and sweet, isn't he?

Negative points: lots of too-young men plus a committed guy thrown into the mix. Still, the married guy offered fantastic "masturbatory material" for O'Connor to feast on in the years to come.

A prospective candidate said he spent time one Sunday morning researching yams on the internet, to which O'Connor commented, "now, THAT is a caring man." In addition, he was nicely eccentric and highly amusing.

All in a day's work for someone who's famous for tearing up the pope's picture and publicly dissing her catholic upbringing.