It currently resembles Mordor outside, so let's bring a faint glimmer of light into our lives.

As reported in Rumours, Paris Hilton flew to Japan on a promotional tour yesterday - aaand, upon landing, she wasn't allowed into the country *jazz hands*

OK, I know it's hardly jail time, and she was travelling in a private jet - not cramped into aisle seat down the back of a ropey Flyin' Scared tplane, but it's still essentially two fingers. Here, I'll take it whenever it's going.

Sky News reports: "The 29-year-old was delayed by immigration authorities when she arrived Narita International Airport in Tokyo. It comes a day after the socialite admitted possessing cocaine and obstructing a police officer during her arrest in Las Vegas last month. She received a one-year suspended sentence after pleading guilty to the charges in a Nevada court. Hilton had been due to appear at a news conference in Tokyo to promote her fashion line but it has now been cancelled. The trip was planned before her arrest last month when police found cocaine in her purse. It is not clear whether Hilton will continue with her promotional tour - she had been due to visit several other countries, including Indonesia and Malaysia. 'Paris was contractually bound to her business trip and didn't want to let down her brands and many Asian fans," Ms (Dawn) Miller (her official mouthpiece) said in a statement. She intended on fulfilling her contract and is trying hard to do the responsible thing, but this is beyond her control. She is very disappointed by tonight's events'."

Yeah, she looks real disappointed. D'you know what, I bet she doesn't even know she's been refused entry. Her rep most likely told her it was just a stop off en route to New York to save having to deal with more than the normal level of confusion.

Paris: "Um, but I thought we were going to Hello Kitty Land to sell my new bottle of Paris juice?"
Mouth Piece: "Sssshh, no honey, d'you not remember you said you wanted to go to 'the cool place that's not L.A.', but the long way round?"
Paris: *wistfully stares off, murmuring "La, la, la, la, la, Chanel handbags, fluffy bunnies, and cocaine column inches, whheeeeeeee..."*