We may be the only people who didn't spend our morning stalking Boy George, but that's OK. He freaks us out, like, a lot. Plus, once everyone and their mom is humping a story, we sort of lose interest. We're intimate like that. And it's a good thing, because we hear things are getting a bit dangerous down there. Like, car crash dangerous.

Today was Boy George's first day as a street sweeper, and we've hear everyone is down there, from Inside Edition to the New York Post. At some point, the 80's star got into a van to go over the Manhattan Bridge (possibly for his 45 minute lunch break?) and the paparazzi/reporter fiasco followed.

He then got into a van and was driven to the Manhattan Bridge with a caravan of cars and trucks carrying at least 50 reporters, TV crews and photographers, plus six paparazzi on bicycles, following through the winding Chinatown streets.

A Reuters photographer making a left turn from Allen Street onto East Broadway smashed his car into the rear of a paparazzo’s vehicle. (It was not clear who was at fault. Maybe it’s George’s fault?)

Poor guy. Everything is totally his fault. 80's glam, Taboo, and now this. Obvioulsy, the only logical solution is to assign him more community service.

Boy George's Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Sweep [Open All Night]