I really don't know what is happening the world when the Sunday Telegraph starts handing over editorial space for Paul Morley - Time Out's "missing link between Ken Tynan and Johnny Rotten" - to profile Kate Moss, the cocaine hoovering Croydon waif.
If I had a subscription I would cancel it.
Further, the last time I found myself in my local GP's waiting room I couldn't help but notice that the only person present who had taken the time and effort to shine his shoes was a distinguished looking gentleman with a pronounced military bearing to wit, my good self.
I remain sir, your obedient servant,
Brigadier Sir Bufton Tufton (retd.)