November 18, 2005

Pretty as a picture, blunt as a spoon, Offer her silver, she’ll ask for the moon. You can’t cheat on Paris, she’s got too much class. There’s no hitting on her friends in an underpass.

“It’s a sin to be tired.” Kate Moss Kate, oh Kate, you’ve lost your gloss. Cocaine’s gain is fashion’s loss. Though cameras keep rolling, they gather no Moss – just a sad-eyed woman looking tired and cross.

Can shotgun wedding socialites auction off their photo rights to the chequebook with the best head for heights? And though all is to be silent at the baby’s birth will shutters not snap for all they’re worth to get a glimpse of Katie’s decreasing girth? And will Tom (silently) cavort and prance like a crippled […]