Speaking of the pramfaced, supernumary-nubbined, estuary-affected, counting-down-to-first-pregnancied daughter of greasy E L Wisty of rock Keith Allen, Lily Allen, I saw her calendar drastically reduced in The Works on Cornmarket today: you can buy it via Amazon if you really want. It’s worth checking out the picture of all months first, though, as the budget for production must have been so low that they snuck in a photo of her dad in a wig for March.
The Kate Moss calendar, on the other hand, has a rather startling photograph as its cover shot. Heavily made-up, with slightly squiffy panda eyes, Kate’s signature look for the new year seems to be a combination of doped, confused, drunk, leery and having just been in a punch-up. Editorial comment at this point would be crass in the extreme.