Had a very pleasurable three minutes talking to Claudia Schiffer outside the school gates. She actually asked me where I lived.

I’m back in town. I have become quite a “man of the moment”after my diary on Monday about chicks. I have been asked to go on Loose Women, a TV show where five angry old chicks ritually humiliate younger men guests. I told them that I didn’t want to be on the show and they laid into me and called me “gutless.”

David Hart, the Thatcherite banking heir, was a property magnate, defence industry lobbyist who came to prominence as the scourge of Arthur Scargill and the National Union of Miners during the strike of 1984-85.

Mick Jagger's daughter has become the latest face of a misleading beauty campaign. British brand Rimmel exaggerated the benefits of a mascara by pinning false eyelashes on Georgia May Jagger, the singer's daughter by Jerry Hall, the Advertising Standards Authority ruled today.

Kylie Minogue is fronting a breast cancer charity campaign for the first time following her own successful battle with the disease.

Supermodel Naomi Campbell scooped the Outstanding Contribution award at the Elle Style awards last night.

in an age where airbrushing rules supreme, we no longer expect celebrities to actually look like their magazine or screen images. It comes as a strangely reassuring sort of surprise then, when Claudia Schiffer looks, well, just like Claudia Schiffer. For a start, she is so tall that tilting my head to look upwards at her face feels like staring up at one of her billboards. Then there is her skin: taut, unlined, and as creamy and pale as a panna cotta. Her cheekbones are arched and cat-like, her eyes a bright ice-blue. Her long, thick blonde hair is straight out of a Timotei advert – it's the kind of thick, shiny mane that men want to tousle, and schoolgirls want to plait.

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Andy Murray has joined David Beckham, the Spice Girls and Claudia Schiffer by signing for Simon Fuller's 19 Entertainment management company.

A menagerie of animal sculptures and a cartoon-like television housing a DJ booth are not what one might expect to find in a church, but set designer Shona Heath's transformation of Sir John Soanes's Holy Trinity in Marylebone on 3 November made for a suitably surreal setting for Vogue and fine-jeweller Van Cleef & Arples' "Fantastic Fashion Fantasy" party.

Political upheavals and economic woes may come and go, but our fascination with the vagaries of female footwear reigns eternal. Last month, an announcement by shoe designer extraordinaire Christian Louboutin, in which he unveiled his dastardly plan to unleash a pair of eight-inch stilettos on the world, led the fashion press to declare that heels, and women's irrational love of them, are set to reach new heights this season.

It is strange to read a book packed with piquant ironies, but at the same time utterly baffling. For example, why does Smith muse, apropos of Claudia Schiffer's attendance at a party for Chelsea Football Club's 100th birthday, "I'd never be able to prise her away from Bobby Campbell and Ian Porterfield"?