No I haven’t read the Da Vinci Code. No I don’t intend to go to the film – the critics say it is dreadful anyway. Yes I did watch part of the start of Big Brother. Even by the standards of the circles I move in, they are a pretty odd-ball lot. No I wouldn’t take part. And then there is the Macca and Heather tragedy – which I discussed during a brief but intimate meeting with my hairdresser this morning [see my photo above to understand why all encounters with hairdressers are brief] Janet Street-Porter in the Independent this morning seemed to make sense – the search for a new partner to replace the former rock-solid marriage; the meeting of a self-effacing creative genius with a crusading campaigner. One salutes the optimism of ‘too much in love to have a pre-nuptial agreement’ – sorry it ended in tears.