From today's The Guardian newspaper a background piece on how the rich and famous - vacuous, boring and tiresome to boot - live. Well, they look at it as some sort of "life".
As is the way with the unimaginatively super-rich, they all adore one another's company, devising evening entertaininment such as a "public school vs showbiz" Trivial Pursuit game. The mornings sound still more delightful.
"Rupert Murdoch stopped by Slipstream on his tender," we learn, "delivering that morning's newspapers, published by News International in Britain, America and Australia. They had been reproduced on a printing press installed on Murdoch's yacht. 'The world's most expensive newspaper boy,' Stuart Rose had quipped, digging for a coin to tip the deliverer."
What to say? Other than: can the Bermuda Triangle please raise its bleeding game."