This fool is starting to make me feel stabby. Coming back to one of his threads is like a scab you want to pick but you just know it will get infected, yet you feel oddly compelled to see just how much of a fool he has made of himself.

“It's gammon and pickles. That's what it is. Angels and wishes and answers to prayers! Really, Miss Gordon, it's tripe and onions!”

How's Abby holding up? She almost isn't. Keith sounded exhausted. "The guilt's eating her alive. […]

After the March issue, Tina Brown will scrap the magazine's “Vanities” photo section, which chronicles the powerful at play. “It seemed the right moment to make a bonfire of the “Vanities,'” says Brown.