It has been so long since we've turned our attentions to—fuck, what was her name? Big girl, gets jiggy? Can be kinda cranky sometimes? No stranger to the press? Anyway, an increasingly essential source (damn, we may even make him part of the family) sent this in. About that architect. About whom we forget.

Her life might be about to unravel because her long-standing personal assistant has resigned to go and work for Lady Something-or-Other—i.e. someone with the old-fashioned nobility earnt through an accident of birth rather than ability with photoshop. My mole told me: "He was a raving queen - the only ones she can stand - and he was counting down the minutes until freedom. Now she'll have to do her own washing and everything."

Sounds like quite a job. Quite a job.

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